Dusk.
Light Blue.
It’s a cleansing thought
To know that I fought -
Blue.
With all that I’ve been taught
To keep what I sought –
Navy.
And I ought
Never to have lost so I pulled taut –
Ink.
The strings of the sort
Of love I didn’t expect to be brought –
Black.
To nought.
I sat for a while at the desk in my new bedroom and thought a thousand things, all the while the sky got darker and darker and my thoughts got lighter and lighter as I put pen to paper.
