Midnight Blue

These things are strange
These things, things we can’t see,
these things we only feel
And how do we know they’re real?
And yet they’re so much more
than anything else we’ve known.
You’re so much more
than anyone else
I’ve known.


I wanted to say to you
that I loved the way your face sets when you concentrate and only your lips move,
saying silent secret messages only you can hear
and because your favourite colour is midnight blue
just because
is why I bought that sweater and why I wore it on Christmas every year
for you.


Your eyes blinking at me from across the room
reminded me of the shutters closing on a bedroom window at night
and opening again in the morning.
and it’s midnight blue around us when we’re together
and it’s daybreak in your arms.
And because I was falling
I closed my eyes tight
and never saw a thing.
But I felt you breathing next to me
and that was better,
because that was all
there ever
ever needed to be.