Blue

April 25, 2016 § Leave a comment

You were blue,

not the colour of the ocean

or the sky on a clear day,

but the colour of veins fading across your skin,

or your lips on a cold winter night.

You weren’t blue, I realised,

because blue is the warmth of summer skies,

the sparkle of ocean air;

you were simply cold – like black ice

on January mornings.

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