The sea looks less blue now.
It's almost as though the skies wear black and mourn.
The wind is empty too.
It carries none of your laughs or screams when you paddle in the freezing cold moonlit water.
It carries nothing.
I never realized just how truly boring gazing up at the stars really is.
You don't realize it, until she's not lying there next to you.
My ocean blue crush.
The walk along the sand seems much longer than ever before,
it is usually filled with your beautiful chatter.
And I never knew quite what you were saying, I just fell deeper and deeper into those deep blue eyes.
A single white surfboard stands alone against my front porch decking.
I have visions of that bright blue board,
leaving on the back of his truck.
A sweet summer of secrets
turned ripely sour
by a sudden sickly goodbye.
How stupid was I to think you would stay with me,
to think you would pick me.
So delicately picked as that blue tulip.
That first blue skied morning,
you handed it to me.
And now I just sit here;