The last scene of my favorite movie is heartbreakingly blue. Where the main characters of LaLaLand don't end up with the person I think they're supposed to but still become the person they're supposed to be. If I end five minutes early, at the ending montage where their lives play out in the different way I longed for I can lie to myself that that is how it really ended.
I might keep pausing our story right five minutes before the ending that I believe is supposed to happen. I still naively convince myself you're the person I'm supposed to be with. And that I can have you while simultaneously I becoming the person I'm supposed to be.
The sky looks more blue than it's supposed to be.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.