I called her Blue—
because of her eyes.
because of how she made me feel:
thoughtful and beautifully dangerous.
Blue—because it was my favourite colour.
Hers too.
She was the girl I loved,
that never knew.
I passed notes to her in pen.
Blue wrote back in lead—
pencil lead.
Faint, unsure, meant to be erased.
Nothing about us
was ever meant to be permanent.
At least not to her.
I sat next to her in maths.
Blue was good at maths,
she turned numbers into certainty.
whilst I let mine stay unsolved,
lingering between right and wrong,
just to hear her voice
explain it back to me.
Blue is gone now.
But when I look up at the sky—
there’s Blue, scattered with stars and dreams.
The sea—
Blue again, holding mysterious depths
that I could drown in,
just like her..
And I think:
Hey, Blue—
I still miss you.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
I called her Blue—
because of her eyes.
because of how she made me feel:
thoughtful and beautifully dangerous.
Blue—because it was my favourite colour.
Hers too.
She was the girl I loved,
that never knew.
I passed notes to her in pen.
Blue wrote back in lead—
pencil lead.
Faint, unsure, meant to be erased.
Nothing about us
was ever meant to be permanent.
At least not to her.
I sat next to her in maths.
Blue was good at maths,
she turned numbers into certainty.
whilst I let mine stay unsolved,
lingering between right and wrong,
just to hear her voice
explain it back to me.
Blue is gone now.
But when I look up at the sky—
there’s Blue, scattered with stars and dreams.
The sea—
Blue again, holding mysterious depths
that I could drown in,
just like her..
And I think:
Hey, Blue—
I still miss you.
