My sky is blue
Broken-china-blue
Today
Not as yours or his or anyone’s
Not robin’s egg happy-hue
Or hopeful cornflower-color
Not rolling-ocean-peace
No endless expanse
Over a world full of possibility
But my sky is blue
Crying-eye- blue
Today
I don’t remember
The exact color of the car
That took you away
But in my mind’s eye
It should be this blue
My blue
Because my sky was blue
Teardrop-truth-blue
That day
Such a contrived color,
Overused metaphor:
Sad-blue, dead-blue
Burning-blue-gray like my hate
For all the words
We’ll never share
For desperation
For lost beginnings
Estranged from happy endings
And foregone conclusions
And decisions made
By a woman whose pasty face
Is still burned as
A blue-print in my mind
Of the person I
Never want to become
The woman who
Unknowingly
Painted my world
In red-fury and
Burnt-orange-bitter goodbyes
Thoughtless paintbrush
Strokes making sure
That my sky was blue
Crisp-autumn-cloudless blue
That day
When you and I
Were both too young
For understanding
Just
Children caught up
In the real world
For the first time
Yes, my sky is blue
Snapdragon-fire-blue
Today
When seven years later
I think I’m
Still not old enough
To comprehend
Why my sky is blue
Bittersweet-baby-blue
Today
Because they
Took you away
Because you’ll never
Know my name
Even though I’ll
Remember yours
For the rest of my life
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:35 AM UTC
My sky is blue
Broken-china-blue
Today
Not as yours or his or anyone’s
Not robin’s egg happy-hue
Or hopeful cornflower-color
Not rolling-ocean-peace
No endless expanse
Over a world full of possibility
But my sky is blue
Crying-eye- blue
Today
I don’t remember
The exact color of the car
That took you away
But in my mind’s eye
It should be this blue
My blue
Because my sky was blue
Teardrop-truth-blue
That day
Such a contrived color,
Overused metaphor:
Sad-blue, dead-blue
Burning-blue-gray like my hate
For all the words
We’ll never share
For desperation
For lost beginnings
Estranged from happy endings
And foregone conclusions
And decisions made
By a woman whose pasty face
Is still burned as
A blue-print in my mind
Of the person I
Never want to become
The woman who
Unknowingly
Painted my world
In red-fury and
Burnt-orange-bitter goodbyes
Thoughtless paintbrush
Strokes making sure
That my sky was blue
Crisp-autumn-cloudless blue
That day
When you and I
Were both too young
For understanding
Just
Children caught up
In the real world
For the first time
Yes, my sky is blue
Snapdragon-fire-blue
Today
When seven years later
I think I’m
Still not old enough
To comprehend
Why my sky is blue
Bittersweet-baby-blue
Today
Because they
Took you away
Because you’ll never
Know my name
Even though I’ll
Remember yours
For the rest of my life
©2012 Courtney Perry
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