Blue

The air is getting cooler, my dear
I see your eyes and know their fear.
Put your head on my shoulder
I'll hold you while the pain grows bolder.

Just a memory, from my past.
That holds my thoughts, but disappears as fast.
I dreamt a dream that you are here
to wake alone and shed a tear.

Again, you creep into my life
with that smile, you stab the knife
That rents my heart, my bone, my marrow
To stalk away to cause more sorrow.

Why can't my mind forget the pain,
Or not see you in the bed we lain,
Or not lose your scent from before?
Why did you ever come knock on my door?

Why do I write this poem to you
And go to bed alone and blue?

10.18.2005