Blue is..

Blue is summer in August
so thick the heat is
An army blanket
Suffocating the sky in its ***** wool

Blue were my father’s eyes
With that sizzle that said
“No boundaries
Exist when you are rich
with courage to compete in love and life”

Blue is
A catastrophe
A ****** of words
A cataclysm of sight and sound
When you can’t take back
what was bound to come out
after so many years

Blue is the antiseptic smell
Of hospital corridor
And the horror of arriving
In time to say goodbye

Blue are her eyes
Like a cornflower sky
But puzzled, looking quietly frantic
Begging for answers
to her query of why?

Blue is head down
Mumbling a hymn
Is it a sin
To curse at a god
Without making a sound?

Blue is every lesson in life
That is “good for you”
“Necessary”
And “bound to happen”
Like a fork of lightning
Splitting the hot sky

maybe one day it will be much easier than today
you and me
standing in front of eachother
in a small apartament in Paris
drinking champagne and gossiping the moon
smoking cigarettes after ***
cuddling, whispering sweet words
dancing on the street
kissing in the rain

what a fairytale.

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.