Blue

The thought of blue settles in my mind as everything soon becomes

a realization that it's disappeared

but I can't be too specific when I speak of the color blue

because it corresponds to unspoken people;

but oh so beautiful nonetheless.

Now it's flooding within my mind as this color blue suffocates me

in the memories of comets over oceans and dreams turned to nightmares

after waking up to a reality that doesn’t have the color blue.

What a beautiful tragedy it is to have such a nostalgic effect on nothing

but reminiscent colors and voices that are no longer heard.

Just silence;

but I can still hear the voice of a distant memory as I ride this hour-long bus home

or at least it feels that long when these memories are gone.

And I understand that not many people will understand what this poem means

but maybe I hope the ‘color blue’ understands every word; but it'd probably be best

if I stopped writing about memories like these.

Maybe I've lost my mind but I sorta wish that was the only thing I had to lose;

because I never wanted to lose something but that's not really a thing I could prevent.

The thought of blue settles in my mind and I wish I didn't have to think about this

but I can't really make any more wishes when every star has disappeared with the same blue waves that crumbled down to nothing

but this memory.

What a beautiful memory.

Maybe you'll understand what I meant by the color blue;

but if not then please know that it's nothing but the color of a certain pair of eyes.