Am I Blue

I just want you to know

That you are leaving the one who

Whenever there was talk of you leaving would bite his tongue

And curse God under his breath for being powerless against fate

And having you leave.

If there were any merit in heathenism

I would Sin in your arms by worshiping my new deity,

With such velocity that would earth the sky and

Levitate the mountains;

And no cloud would be allowed to overcast the sunshine

That is your soul.
know that I have galaxies
hidden
between my bones and
I will love you
until
the last star burns out.
 Leaving is a trait that does not become you,

And longing and I do not make proper bedfellows.

Besides

tears are not a democratic way to hinder your departure.

I’m too lead-limbed to wave you good bye as you board your flight.

I know; I know that no seat-belt is tight enough to safely keep your tears in place.

Once you get there

Lose the thought of me in the crowd

Amidst the trafficking cars and the crowding people and the deafening sounds

The blinding lights

Sentence me to solitary cigarettes with a lifetime

Of broken records as my soundtrack.

If you ever want me, find a café on the corner of

hope and heartache

Order two cups of coffee

And talk across the table

To my vacant spot

Talk so that it would make the coffee cups fall in love

And here

I will walk into the first diner I find

Go to the jukebox

Give all my money down to the last cent

And have it play on repeat

As night becomes day

“Am I blue…”