Dark Blue Mourning
It's a dark blue morning
dressed in dark blue mourning.
An empty casket,
an empty audience
but for one attendant
with a vacated heart.
Rain drowns the muddy tracks
trailing across her ribs
imprinted by the bare feet of those who left her.
Funeral music scratches the spinning records of memories.
"I lov-lov-lov-lov-love yo-yo-you."
"Good bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-"
The love always ends when it comes to "you"
but the "goodbye" eternally bleeds
and infinitely echoes on, and on, and on, and on, and.....
It's a dark blue morning.
No one is clothed in dark blue mourning.
She's waiting for you to return
and drop flowers on her grave.
But no one has realized that she's dead.
Because the record keeps skipping over her nam-nam-nam-nam-nam-
name.
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