You wouldn't think it (maybe), but writing a poem is a difficult proposition sometimes for me.  This one, for instance, got stuck just about at the middle for the longest time, for it lacked a suitable direction and resolution for the beginning I had concocted.  So again, as I so often do when confronted with lack of inspiration, I turned to my long laundry list of potential titles and themes, and hunted for one that might somehow fit where this one might want to go.  And as I hunted, I came across one that just jumped out: Violet.  Normally, one wouldn't think of Violet as an inspirational word, but I suppose I'm not really normal, now am I?  So there it was, the feminine name Violet (I've always had a thing for names that start with a V), and suddenly the rest fell into place- there's a hint of the good times of the past, and then the bad times of the present, and the cause?  You guessed it.  And that was that and I moved on happy at last that I didn't leave this one hanging.  I hate when I do that.