The Song...

Blue is the color of sad  
but it’s words are a prayer for relief.  
It’s over, she’s gone  
but the memory haunts me.
She caused me pain  
but, I’d do it all again  
for one more chance at love.  
She sang like an angel  
that was wounded in the fall.  
A voice from far away that
grabbed my heart while  
relocating itself in my very soul.  
The rhythm of the music matched  
the beating of my heart. The beating of  
my heart matched the echo of her  
footsteps down the hall, singing
a refrain of goodbye. I beg for  
her to come back but my voice  
doesn’t echo, the hall is silent.  
No escape for the sadness just  
the stillness of grief.