I call what we have indigo
Unclear what we are, but what we know
And though you never take my hand, even when I raise your shipwreck from the sand
And though you never count the cost, of the innocence you’ve lost and what it meant
You don’t have to love me
There’s one thing you should know
My love will not unravel
It’s unconditional
My indigo
— Sharon den Adel, My Indigo (2018)