Sometimes I appreciate pain. It is the only gift from you to me.

Your blue eyes
Match my blue hair
Maybe it's meant to be
I doubt it

this memory
this ghost for hire
for which i pay dearly
is worth as much, or more

these blue night skies
and black sky days
deserve as much, or more

rainy eyes my mind clouds make
sunny eyes my mind clouds fake

take, take, take
that is all she does
it is all she knows

this ghost
this memory
this love

©Jason Cole