go back in time...
and knowing that I would one day meet you...
I would find the road that
went directly to you
your house
your place
and I would sprinkle packets of small purple flowers
and place them along the roadside
and return to nowadays
and that way I could gather in handfuls
these small tiny colors
and every morning
when you awoke
you would have a jar of them to start your day.
But instead
I'm at a distance that is beyond
and free of many colors
except the ones that I still pluck
each day
in the hopes
that I can conjure up just a tiny instance
of something
that could even come partially close
to the beauty that I see in you.
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