i went downtown; to the pagan side, and purchased a sit down with a psychic.
she said your name,
and now i've not been able to sleep for two days.
that was it, with the psychic,
a look of worry for my troubling inquiries.
it's been a while since i'd thought of you, it's been a while since i'd seen a shade of blue or any purple hues,
but the psychic said your name & now i'm afraid.
afraid to face the lingering moments like shattered glass or toxic perfumes,
afraid of being anywhere near you.
I went downtown to the pagan shop again late Tuesday & paid a sit down with the psychic.
He scried & threw runes & asked of you.
He asked if I'd been seeing the blues or the purple hues, if i'd received the message from the ghost of you