The Best Day

 

It started out slow

Abnormally cold

I dressed to depress, scraped the mold from the best of the bread

Thought of bed

 

Outside there was light

The people wore bright

Hello faces, their paces were quite out of place with my own

Thought of home

 

 

Then you

From the blue

In the time that it took me to breathe in your leaving, I woke

 

I raced to embrace you, my grey world unfurled when you spoke

Into blue

with you

 

 

What beauty is there

in not having to care!

In believing you're leaving the wearisome heaving and grind

far behind

 

It ended too fast

We clung to the last

of our time in the prime of our past, now a line in on a screen

Black on green...

 

  

Where is blue?

 

  

Where are you?

 

 

 

The End

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