Blue

2023, Oct. 14

It has been so long for my brush to strokethe canvas

Perhaps today, I’d give it a turn for me to become the art piece

What I was thinking, dear,

Was to give me a tone of my own feelings

A rather calming color of the sky and its mischievous

Salty waves of anguish beneath those flashing eyes

The favorite color of Van Gogh, perhaps

Steaming upon the starry night

And eating those almond blossoms raw

The color of the clouds when they cry

The shades of your gaze when you lie

My foreseen misery and the disappointing coincidences

Incidents, accidents, and the withering mist of the iris

The wintering heist of coldness, its snow and its ice

The frost which bites

The color, do you think, could be the taunting scent of hydrangeas?

How its petals haunt in the valley of gentians

And fall in your hands

If so, then, let those moments of agony be the paint

And your fingertips be the brush

My darling, paint me blue

The color loved and adored by you

And the one which I’d never forget

Paint me blue

As I braid your hair for the final time

And mark our last goodbyes

Paint me blue

For I will never see you again

And let this be the adieu