blue

I saw your contours in the clouds

passing through to hide the stars

pale and blue and out of reach

a thought of you

in different shades

beyond possibility

no more than an echo

or an afterthought

I’ll take what I can get

waiting in the rain

clawing through what I recall

the sound of my name on your tongue

how it felt to hold someone

before I knew tomorrow

or the weight of lacking after knowing

stories I can’t tell

hints of memories shared

treasure now diluted

a fortune spoiled by time and questions

past lost to tomorrow

buried in the gaps

between thoughts I can’t control

in the cabinets I can’t reach

and shouldn’t think about

sea-stained volumes

useless and unbound beyond repair

memories or dreams

on the breeze

swallowed in flames

reflecting the sky you won’t see

blue as goodbye

look up

a sky without clouds

your words in my ink

on the letter you wrote

the walls of my room every day since you left

the bed in my head built from stone and regret

a door left unlocked

hinged on unfounded hope

come home to me when you can (if you want).