Loss is the Color Purple

by Melanie Blatt

loss is the color purple

a bruise on the heart

that fades with time

the pain a memory

loss does not mean losing yourself

every piece of you is still there

maybe even more so

something that once grew is now frozen

moved into the museum

to be remembered

maybe studied

but never changed 

and arguments only echo

it is the receding tide on a toasted summer day

the day was filled

but the sun must now set

in its wake a deep purple dusk pulls the curtains closed

it happened and it is over

the night is here

notice the moon and the stars

the gravity that we thank for existence

and like loss

hope is also the color purple

the sun will rise