The child within me believes that you’re
Still here, present, in the resurfacing
Memories, the despair of love, the object
Lost and gone, and yet so graspable, full
Of air and motion, how could you turn
Invisible? I evoke all of your colours in
My mind, and you come back, it feels like you.
The image across the sunlight. The perfume,
Nostalgia, you looked back at your own dead,
Longing, abandoned by arms long gone and
Dissolved, the touch that you still desired, that
You recreated across the layers of your skin.
You sat in the gardens, blue woman, blue,
You tried to fall in love with life, you never made
It off the rocky road, into realms of hope, you
Wandered around countries, you tried to heal,
But at some point you let go, you offered enough time,
And you wanted to be taken away, be left alone,
In silence, surrounded and calm, your mouth open,
Blue woman, woman blue.
Croque-Melpomene 