Blue
I have to go right now, tis true,
but wipe those eyes so sad and blue.
I will be back as soon as I can,
I'm close in heart, but not in hand.
Pick your chin up off the floor
and look towards the sky.
We see the same shade of blue at night
when we cry.
Copyright © Dawn Sanchez | Year Posted 2020
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