blue

i wonder if you soaked up

so much of the sky

you turned blue

like those hydrangeas on 

9th and Myrtle

or the ocean—

neither of which i can walk beside

without unconscious reaction

mouth opens, eyes glisten,

mind wanders and without mention,

takes over the parts of me

that exist to remind me to breathe 

and i think to myself maybe—

maybe that’s why you turned blue.

did it start out feeling good? the forgetting?