Blue Hour

she looked me dead in the eye and said, “your soul is a town that has never seen a blue sky” i laid awake think on that, and i spoke in the dark of my bedroom, “i have only ever seen blue, the melting colors dripping off the sky. but while you see only the blue of the day time i see the blue as the moon sees the blue i am the blue, yes you’re right, the melancholic blue of the past fading out, like street lights that halos light up the strangely familiar passageways of your youth, and it kills me, to only see the blue in one way, not dripping with sunshine but soaked in nostalgia of a midnight,” i spoke it from my chest and relived, i drifted back into the blue darkness that holds my deepest dreams of the past.