a shade of blue
that rips your heart in two
not exactly the shade
of robin's eggs
nor the pale hush
of a blue-azure
but the blue-velvet
of a Bobby Vinton song
that washes over you
makes you decide to dance
in a long gown of bleu celeste
forget-me-nots
of lapis lazuli color
pressed in a book
that reminds me
of how you and I danced
and how we drifted apart
in a whisper of cerulean skies
why, why, why I ask?
and will a broken heart
ever be on the mend?