All Blue

lately, all the colors that I love so well,
well, they seem to line the road to hell,
and as I go, they all turn to blue;
not the blue of my eyes,
nor the blue of robin's egg surprise,
but the blue that's mostly grey,
the blue that gets in the way,
the blue of longing for you,
the color of so much aching and ado --
the shades of too much missing you;
it's the blue that turns to black,
and all the world seems to lack
a way back to bright blue days,
makes me feel like I have lost my way;
makes me remember other days,
wrapped up in what was true,
before I was colored in --
all blue.

January 9, 2009, for She Who Cannot Be Named.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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