You are blue like the skies, I am blue as the ocean

You are blue like the skies, I am blue as the ocean

A Poem by the bitter taste of almost

You are blue like the skies


I am blue as the ocean


You say we are made of the same color,


but I remind you we are


separated



On the first day


You sent your birds down


and I welcomed them into my arms


and watched them drown



With their bones I built you a boat


With my waves I crashed it on stones


I can't contain this violence



On the second day


Your rays of sunshine reached


to touch my surface; in my dreams


I became a beach



In the reality of the shade I admire


the warmth that the cold of my depths forbade


I can only love in silence



On the third day



The winds have gone quiet;



but I'm here and I listen


I'm here where I watch them carry you


away as I count the distance:



one year away


two years away


three years away



I'm here where I can feel your breeze


like a memory, try to ignore the gap



four years away


five years away



Light turns dark


and your birds fly higher and become


the sparks that lead a sailor to safety


Under the surface I weep


in awe of this beauty



six years away



I have not seen a bird


nor felt the sun kiss my face


Frantically searching, I tear open the skies


Rain pours out and paints the air bloody


and I pour salt in its wound



My shame forms a thick fog but


I can't hide this disgrace


Then, slowly emerging: a seagull drifts nigh


I pluck feathers from its body


and I drown them


and reminisce about you



Dark turns brighter


when your plumage sinks deeper and becomes


little lights for the sailor falling overboard


Under the surface I'm calling


to guide his way back to shore



Deep beneath the vast blue


my siren song calls the sailor further


Deep here in the treasonous black


where I fill his lungs with brine



I cannot be like you



You are black like the starry night sky


I am black as a treacherous ocean trench


You say we are made of the same color,


but I remind you we are


separated



and I drown myself

© 2023 the bitter taste of almost


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Added on March 26, 2023
Last Updated on March 26, 2023
Tags: poetry, poem, grief, loss, trauma, angst, sad, dark, pain, depression, loneliness, missing someone, missing you

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the bitter taste of almost
the bitter taste of almost

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I was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..

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