Blue Sky

It wasn't a mistake
Now, under a new light I can see deeper into the picture
The colors of the things I've lived become real, they come to life
So obnoxious that I couldn't even stare at the mirror, fearing what I'll encounter would be something I hated, or even worse, feared
But, the sober landscape of the morning, that blue that pours life and hope into the cold streets in our winter 
Really made me see it different, gave me wings, just like they did before, just like the love you left in my heart
Love that I became sick off after the sunshine only made my eyes shine, but, even then, even while I'm now, alone, without you seeing me, I feel complete 
All thanks to them, also, thanks to you, I appreciate it, really 

Goodbye
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Mojumder Avatar
November 15, 2025 at 6:56 AM
All your poems are beautiful, heart felt and resonates within me. You believe you know exactly what happened and allow you moved on peacefully with your own understanding. Im abandoned without explanation, left alone wondering, having hard time. Two years, Im still putting pieces together to understand. My love, it’s become a joke for him, mocks it, and torments me. It is Cruel! Someday, I will have my own Good Bye too. Thanks for sharing and reminding!
Agustin Avatar
June 22, 2024 at 12:41 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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