One Blue Day

I sat under the poet's tree
composing my blue sky masterpiece
you fed me blueberries  
and wiped my mouth as I wrote.  

We did not speak
for both of us knew  
words were unnecessary
our silences together  
always conveyed everything.
 
You brushed at the hem  
of your thin summer dress  
incautiously
two absorbed hearts flying on hope
both unaware that one day
in the darkest and cruelest of rages
we would destroy  
all we held so preciously.
 
But if there was a single moment
from that blue summer
from the whole of our lives
that we could both choose  
to relive just once
I know we'd both choose
that one blue day