Blue

I don’t think I’ve ever felt blue until I unmet you.

But after you and I said goodbye, I stepped back into black and white.

Living in shades of murky grey and walking under dim light, color has never been the same.

Because when I unmet you, I felt blue.

Because for so long I laid in a blacked-out room.

The curtains blanketed the light of both sun and moon.

Dashes of darkness brought me comfort but covered all color in sight.

Day and night, I felt blue after I unmet you.

With lackluster eyes, I saw weeping willows.

Periodic clouds in the sky, the sun, and sunflowers.

Especially the sunflowers. He’d stick those golden yellow flowers in his hair.

Elements of color existed but color was erased from my sight.

Erased after feeling blue, after I unmet you.

I’ve never seen color fade so quickly, dissolving like cotton candy in water.

Color just Evaporated.

Because after you color did not ignite.

Without you, I felt blue.

I'm not sure if this is optimism or observation,

but I saw some color on a greyscale.

Yesterday I noticed the color on the roots of a blue oat tree poking through the concrete.

I slowly saw color after feeling blue, after I unmet you.