We used to blend like twilight and tides
a beautiful palette of symphonic sunsets
and shimmering silence
but our colours don’t rhyme anymore
you, in ochre and ash and I, in bruised indigo
your hues changed, I coloured myself to match
until I looked in my mirror and I looked nothing like me
some hues stand brighter when they stand alone
so I found my own spectrum and now I am joyfully free
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 