She saw a purple necktie in a picture.
The colour of ripe grapes that thrive in the summer.
A deep blend of sea and wine,
An airy mix of blood and sky,
Melded on a pristine weave.
The colour of elegance, mystery, and magic
But also the hue of regret and grief.
Evoked it a zillion memories
All scattered like raindrops in a storm,
Cold and cruel, biting and brusque.
Paradoxically yet secretly cherished and warm.
The colour slyly bled out of the picture
And slithered through her pupils,
Softly knocked on the retina and whispered,
“Do you remember?”
Of course, I do! She wanted to proclaim.
But instead, she closed her eyes tight,
Shook her head in denial and murmured,
“Sorry, I have no memory of you.”
And it left without another word,
Snatching away the sprightly scarlet
From that soulful hue
Forever leaving her blue.