Blue and Thinking of You

Blue:

The colour of the sky

The clear expanse of sea

The colour of your hat.

It makes me think of you.

 

Blue:

The colour of a mood, they say:

Sad, melancholy, bereft,

Low.

 

Sad, melancholy, bereft, low

Yes.

But I do not call it ‘blue’

 

Blue is your colour

My darling

It makes me think of you

 

And how can I be blue

When I am thinking about you?

 

I am sad, bereft, lost,

Low

When I think about how you are not here

The gap is as big as the sky is blue on a clear summer’s day

The sadness as deep as the all the seas put together

My sorrow is infinite as I hold the little blue hat you once wore.

 

My gorgeous boy –

Your eyes peeking out from your hat

That perfect nose

Your head of dark hair.

 

I hold your little hat

That you once wore

It connects me to you

It still has your smell,

Just.

 

I will never know if your eyes would have been blue

Like your daddy’s.

You will never see a clear blue summer’s sky

Or play beneath it.

You will never see the clear blue sea

Or play in it.

 

This makes us sad, melancholy –

Yes, blue.

And that is because

I love you.