Please send me a letter.
I’ll open it up
And smile
As your handwriting graces my eyes,
And your words smile back at me.

Sometimes, a shade of blue will remind me of you, and you specifically. I wonder, if this shade were water, would I be able to reach in and fetch small bits of your heart and soul?
Sometimes, blue tells a story
And you look nice in blue.

I ask you,
Why?
Why did you never lend me your strength,
even for a second.
Why have you left
to tend to the sky
when I needed you most.

maybe someone died

I will sing my monody with pride
No matter if you happen to cry

wear shoes made of hot coals
to show that your mere
p r e s e n c e
can be dangerous