we wrote our songs
in the stars
for the gods to sing
but we wrote it
out of tune
and maybe that’s why
the universe
couldn’t save us

maybe you couldn’t sleep
because the moons
were trying to talk
to you

if a painting
had your voice
i’d sit and
watch it dry
for millions of years

i am not an artist
and i don’t know
how to paint

but if i were to take
all the shades of blue

and blend them together
they would most certainly
create a painting of you

maybe we loved each other
most in the fall
because much like us
the flowers were dying

you colored me blue
some days the blue of the sky
because you knew how to
make me feel carefree and alive

other days
the blue of the ocean
because you never knew
how to handle your emotions

you were the kind of blue
that was full of life
the kind of color
that made me see the conception
between you and i

i attempted to cry for you
because i was always taught
that if you add water
to a dead flower
it could come back to life