Blue hued skin from across the room.
I can tell that you’re trapped in a daze.
Though, you’re a stranger to me and I don’t know your name—
The location we share is telling.
Blue hued eyes that miss and meet mine.
Inside, I shutter and gasp.
For those blue eyes, one of which is blind.
There’s a story that will help time pass.
Two chairs and a clock tick-tock, tick-talks.
We chat in the evening bloom.
No phones blue-hue to trap and consume,
It’s only just Me and You.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 5:31 PM UTC
Blue hued skin from across the room.
I can tell that you’re trapped in a daze.
Though, you’re a stranger to me and I don’t know your name—
The location we share is telling.
Blue hued eyes that miss and meet mine.
Inside, I shutter and gasp.
For those blue eyes, one of which is blind.
There’s a story that will help time pass.
Two chairs and a clock tick-tock, tick-talks.
We chat in the evening bloom.
No phones blue-hue to trap and consume,
It’s only just Me and You.
Sometimes, we share space with strangers who feel strangely familiar. This piece is about a quiet moment of unexpected connection — no distractions, no devices, just presence.
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