A Pop of the Color Blue

Last one for the evening.

People always tell me on

                Gloomy days

"Be sure you grab

                Your umbrella"

 

It’s never been quite so chilly

                Outside

In

                August

It’s as cold as the ice

                In your winter time gaze

 

I would’ve thought

                It was

                                October

With all this

                Rain

                                Keep in mind darling

                                I hate the cold

 

It’s washed away

All this summers

                Dust storms

And muddied

                All the waters

                                Near by

 

Does this mean it muddied

                Your eyes?

 

I like walking streets

                On gloomy days

                                Even when I

Forget my umbrella

 

                                Against all my better judgment

The rain whispers stories

Into my ears

                Scarred from a different

                                Rainy day

Nearly 13 years ago

In September

 

I guess I have a lot to say

But no words

On days they have decided are

Gloomy

                Much like today

 

 

So maybe next time

I’ll take that advice

                And I won’t forget

My

                                Umbrella

 

Just make me a promise

That it can save

                The rain from muddying

                                Your ocean blue eyes

 

Because they’re just an all too needed

                Pop of blue

In this world I see in

                Nothing but

Red

Black

                And white

Author's Note

everything is intentional.