Blue
I.
☁ ☁ ☁ “Goodbye” ☁ ☁ ☁
✈ ✈ ✈ ✈ ✈
The power that exists within a single word
is enough to trigger the deepest of emotions.
It is times like these that make us begin to wonder
what we could have done to make that person stay
when truly it was nothing we did, but that our lives
simply were going in completely different directions,
yet all there was left to feel was blue
II.
That night when you said to me
in your soft, sweet French accent
“I’m leaving in a little less than thirty-six hours.”
I was no longer myself
and all that was left to feel was blue
III.
Every day since then I think to myself
I want you, but I don’t know how to keep you.
There is quite a strong possibility that I do indeed love you
So please don’t say
☁ ☁ ☁ “Goodbye” ☁ ☁ ☁
For all that will be left to feel is
b l u e
(2014)
This poem is about a French woman who I met of whom I ended up falling hard and fast for only to get badly hurt. Day in and day out I cannot stop thinking of her due to such circumstances. She haunts me in every way. I can never seem to catch a break from her. She is always in my head, in my dreams, in my thoughts, in everything. I think I may be in love.
