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.