“Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.” Virginia Woolf
I loved him with
star glazed eyes,
from lips painted red.
My spirit danced through dreams,
holidays, new moons, frost,
Mondays time stamped with hectic.
But cruel April came to take my Prince.
Purple Rain fell and I lost my umbrella.
The songs ended….I stopped wearing red.
My heart broke and he couldn’t hear the glass.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Day 26 #NaPoWriMo 2016