The Color Blue

Did you mean what you had said? When I held you close so long ago. That for all the moments we had had, the briefest of them all would be so long. Did you mean those words that you said? Hand in hand before time moved on. Memories ever lasting. Silence made profound. The meaning to me was no word. It was the fact I chose not to turn around.

Did you mean what you had said? Did you speak to me in verse? A day away, a life apart? Whispered wishes afore skies gone dark? Hand in hand in darkness. Promises made alone. Right hand lifted, faces turned. Left hand pushing, ties unfold. Step in step til step no more. Face to face forevermore. Our spoken words were plans unmade. Our gestures were gestures of future unsecured.

To see you was to see myself. To see the act of life itself. To speak to you was to be heard. You heard me speak, but not my words. I left you with my hand in yours. We need not stars when teardrops glint. The earth needs not the clouds above to find the rain that cycles life. Step by step on trampled grass. Heels dig deep as steps repeat.

You dug yourself a grave and laid yourself within. You begged of me my silence, leave your slumber undisturbed. “Cleanse me of these whitened robes, no place have I with sun above, my home is down where mud shall flow, my final word must be spoken in red.”

Did you mean what you had said? As the earth became your home. That so brief of a moment I held you. How your silence became so profound. But the earth carries onwards. No time has it for answers. Red belongs but to the sky. Green belongs but to the ground. So I turned not away from you, color blue, when I looked into your eyes and saw that you were gone.