blue ... a poem

blue

I've been crying over you

shedding tears that stain my cheeks blue.

Close my eyes and hide my face

hoping that no one sees a trace.

But when my palms try to dry the pain

all they do is smear the hurt again.

Then I wash and scrub with water, soap.

Clean away the woe and re-reveal the hope.

But the dream is gone and love, in vain,

Drowned in salty sobs, bitter acid rain.

And my skin – moist and choked with heartbreak,

flushed the dark indigo of a body suffocated –

lost its glow, the rosy rush of love obtained.

Sunken, shadowed, hollow, royal-tear stained.

~cdw~

09/03/13