the sky is
a deep dark
shade of
blue.
or maybe
that’s just me
coloring
the world
in the hue
of loss.
you shouldn’t
let me have
the box of
crayons when
my impulse
control is
driven by my
faulty heart.
i wrote to
her this
morning in
invisible ink
because then
i have a
built in excuse
for why she
won’t reply.
ghosted under
a deep blue
thrombosis
as the sparrows
scream out
over the rain.