a wandering breeze occasionally catches the white cotton curtains, blowing
them against the creased leather couch. eerie silence broken through by the static of the radio.
lights flash on and off. on and off. each flicker
quickly illuminates the room. for a second, I can see you in the doorway
but you dissolve just as quickly as you emerged into my blue
mind. only left with your shoes

collecting dust by the front door. the shoe-
laces a tangled mess along the scratched wooden floor. memories of you blow
between these four walls. my blue
eyes turned red from tear after tear. my head left pounding like the 80s classic beat on the radio.
telling myself to stop looking back that way
in hopes for just a minuscule flicker

of you again. trying to flick
off the crumbs of you left in the crevices of the couch. our couch. shooed
away by your biting words. you’d threaten to walk out the door,
but i’d always thought you’d look back. smoke blown
from my cigarette masks the permeating smell of your perfume. i switch the station on the radio,
a familiar tune fills these four wall—the blues.

trails of blue
leak down from the ceiling. a puddle grows, drowning even the smallest flicker
of a smile off my face. the voice on the radio
sings, a path of shoe-
prints leads me back to you. until a cool breeze blows
them all away. how am i to find my way?

i sit staring at the doorway
lost in haze of blue
time blowing
by. the seconds hand on my watch flicking
by. eyes closed, lost in the world of our shoes
dancing around in circles to the music on our radio.

no more music coming from the radio.
an empty doorway.
your shoes
still collecting dust by the front door. blue
painted these four walls. lights stopped flickering,
just left in darkness. no more you. no more me. just blowing

out the doorway into the blue. turning the radio
off. the flickers of my heart find some quiet
as i walk along carrying nothing but your ***** shoes.