True Blue

1. it’s been a decade since i’ve seen my beloved… the last time was bittersweet. You left me blue like the clouds sucking the hue out of the sky, and releasing the rain that purifies the unclean. I smelled the blue rain. I bathed in the burning cleanse that gave me life. My life.. like a blanket of recycled cloths, patched together with fraying threads. 

2. In Egypt, I was Cleo, and you were Osiris… I broke the bulb and bursted the light, and awoke in your darkness. Your blue darkness that i could taste like tart, sweet, somber lollipops from the waiting room of your fortress. 

3. I can still feel the crevices of your patterned finger tips grazing the edges of my blue aura… i vibrated in your presence and just like that, we were one, together at last without life to tell us how to live… We didn’t need to live. When our lips fell dry of all conflict, you used to say to me… “There is no hell… but the afterlife is blue”

4. Sometimes now i float through time as if it’s a shopping outlet invaded by stores I have no interest in, striding down the pavement with no intention of absorbing my surroundings… no intention of acknowledging this measurement that tells me the answer “when” 

5. You were a color to me… Once I was a yellow daisy and you were a green machine that kicked and screamed… But once I smelled the air that you tainted with your breath… we were blue.

6. I am not blue because I am depressive, foreboding, or desperate… I’m blue because all I embody is myself, as this colorful existence. You were you, too.. and you were so blue.

7. Your fortress was nothing but a blue dream in a blue burst of my thoughts… and your memory was nothing but the smell of blue… then some day suddenly, I smelled nothing at all.