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.