Pseudonymous Poems

Blue

Monday afternoon, where did time go?
We flew through that weekend, like your pack of cigarettes
How I miss you Nett...
Even though I was just with you all of forty eight hours
I need another encounter
But things are busy in our so called lives
You're not around, which drives me high

Luckily I'm reminded of you when I see blue
The clear sky(e) keeps me afloat
You're here.
I somehow hear your silly jokes in my ear
Oh Nett I'm thinking of our last goodbye
I see your beautiful crimson eyes that reassure me
'Everything will be all right'

Every last minute without you is overdue
So let's meet up soon and get that brew