Blues...

Blue is the color of sad
and a song that is a prayer for relief.
It’s over, she’s gone
but the memory linger on.
She caused me paingh
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
relocated 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, creating
a refrain of goodbye. I scream 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.
Like the Sirens of yore I’m drawn
to that song like those dammed souls.
I fed on that music, I thrived on
it’s melody only to be starved at its loss.
I’m empty without her, like a puzzle
that can’t be completed
because a piece has been lost.
I’m broken, I’m a puppet whose strings
have been cut and lies crumpled on
the pavement at the feet of the world.