Blue.

You don’t miss me, like I miss you.

Cut off, out of the blue.

Words, I wanted to be true.

You choose a new muse,

I’ll cover the bruise.

Tickets round trip,

No plans that stick.

Permission to move forward,

I chose northward.

Hope you were able to provide clarity & commit,

Not just write about it.

I’ll be wearing white, facing the sun,

both feet in on this one.

Thank you,

for leaving me in the dark.

Erasing memories,

of libbit park.