Someday

Someday 

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I hope that someday,

While you're brushing your teeth and listening to the radio, 

A song comes on that makes you think of me. 

I hope that you hear my voice in the chord progressions.

I hope you stop for a moment and think back on all the moments we've shared, 

Even the seemingly insignificant ones. 

I hope that you look up at your mirror and, 

For a moment, 

Wish that I was there, 

looking back at you. 

I hope that someday, you aren't just my Someday. 

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Purple 

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

One day, like a Venn diagram, 

Our words will overlap in paragraphs that finally make sense. 

Not in places like, "goodbye" or "good luck." 

In places like, "I love you." 

Your red and my blue will mix together to make purple.

The same purple God decided to paint into His watercolor sunsets. 

We'll be the color people think of before they open their mind to Milky Way dreams and moonbeam lullabies. 

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