Old Friend

What do they call you now, hm?

(You've got so many names I've lost count.)

But I remeber the first name I ever knew you by,

Purple.

Too plain, too simple,

Doesn't suit ya now, but it did then.

Back when you loved spotted dinosaurs and sunflowers and knew every word to the Cleanup Song,

Back when we mixed Play-Doh, when we painted our dolls, valued the cheapest and shiniest nail polish and glittery hair ties,

Back when we wore clothes they didn't like and broke all of our Crayons.

I remember you then.

But you're so much more now.

You're the sunrise, sunset,

Chipped paint, graffiti, old concert posters,

Sweet fruits, sour fruits,

Bad arguments,

Stained lips, stained fingers, caviar and crackers.

You love your silks and satins and jewels,

Your gold crown,

Your delicate petals,

Your bold and vibrant eye shadows...

But I still remember you as Purple.

I still see you sometimes,

In water colours, night skies and a cotton tee-shirt I wear to bed.

I still see you

And I love you even when you're falling apart.