d e a r v i o l e t
it was a beach. 13 magnolia boulevard.
it was a party. the bass and rock shrilled; the ground shook from its loudness, and even the grains of sand jumped in fright.
i walked towards the sea. the noise faded, as if lulled to sleep by the gentle lapping waves. this was dusk, the sky gold, copper, dusty rose. this was quiet.
and i saw her, half-submerged in the ocean. we were b y z a n t i u m, silhouettes in the fading light.
hey.
she was silent. finally;
hey.
we stood in the sea and watched the light turn to dark. it was silent.
but it was enough.
c h a r l i e
YOU ARE READING
Dear Violet
Poetryd e a r v i o l e t all the letters i wrote that you'd never get, the words i penned that you never read; of all the shades of you.
