If all I've seen
Was seen by you
What would that mean
On days I'm blue
If all those trips
Were then with you
It begins to seem
A shade undue
On a February night
3 years after 2002
I feigned to dream
Of separate clues
If all I've heard
Of stories told
The presence is there
Though passions cold
& the word is out
It's the word he loved
To be seen and heard
By the softer gloved
Under starlit skies
By mountains blue
To caress her soul
His sight askew
To praise her body
& intricate mind
To develop a crush
Such a thing of a kind
If all he'd seen
In that morning light
Was the flash of line
Infilled with slight
He could not let go
Driven by his own deceit
His urge arose, he ached
At large for the least receipt
In too deep
To see his rose
He grasped the petals
Tore at her clothes
The end had been
Exceptionally clear to view
What did it mean
As he wept, for love of blue
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