Purple screen

 She slowly pulled away like a flower you forgot to fertilize
She sunk into bathrooms and well glazed mirrors
Losing herself ever so slowly but eventually forever
Into the creams and recipes the methods and secrets

She went inside the ocean of it all
I couldn't follow her through it
The purple screen waving back at me
giving her last goodbye

the solid screen shut and all I took was memory
Who would i be without her
Just an observer not a liver of experiences
Was she my courage and gift?

Could I not be more unto myself without her
The iron patience of that woman
The grace others seldom notice
her secret smile that takes hours to unglue