Violet Bent

The pink light is shining into my bedroom

And it's light, it focused on a calendar I threw away

And in the still frame, the calendar paints

I see small moments I didn't know were important then

In these moments you're in the mirror

Standing next to me

But now you're outside holding a sign saying

"Did you expect love to stop at the movement of a hand?"

Now my love is pouring out of my mouth

And I'm gifting it to everyone that I meet

And Julia is singing the sweetest of memories