The depths of blue
The feelings of blue
The mourning of my blue
Blue is a scattered love that disappears and reappears and moves me
How’s it possible that so many shades can mean so many things ?
The blue of my parents matching shoes.
That was love.
The blue of my step dad's motorcycle Jacket.
I paint tears blue on paper but we know grief is translucent clear I can see right through you.
The blue of his friday navy uniform.
The camo looked like digital different shaded blue squares
What electric techno virus are you hiding from?
He had these melancholy i’ll cry quietly if you pinch me eyes
blue was his constant state blue was who he was.
Blue blue blue.