HP Lavender Maze

Let the planes scream overhead, Hovering in the sky writing his obituary, Tie the black gauze around the white neck of the carrier pigeon, Ask the traffic police to wear black cotton gloves. He was my east, west, north and south, and the meaning of my existence*. Without him, I was trapped in a lavender maze. *The text is adapted from "Funeral Blues" *Learned from some girls' school-themed movies and the Agatha Detective series Purpose: Love and Growth