Changing and transforming, its purple eyes continue to move towards me.
I can’t help but look away. My eyes continue to wander, lustfully, to the others nearby.
The lilac, though, it stares. Constantly and courageously. It follows me, wherever I go, holding me close for its own comfort.
I slowly walk away, and the lilac, it calls be back.
It wants me to listen. It hopes that I’ll stay. I can tell — it wants me to honor it. To live with it and breathe with it.
It wants me to never forget that it exists.