Stand By Me

When the night has come, and the land is dark.

I started an impromptu flower garden in the living room. So many blue flowers.

I sat staring at the wall, where a blue paint splatter that had once insulted his heritage, was turned into a beautiful mural of roses.

I couldn't help but smile, seeing the result of yet another one of my best friend's passion projects.

The apartment was quiet. There was a blue stain in the corner. We needed to get carpets.

I carefully extracted myself from the sea of flowers, and went into the studio. I grabbed a brush and black paint, and returned to the mural. 

I tried to paint his name, but he was always better at careful movements than I was. I sat down and stared at the black print on the blue wall. 

I sat there and I watched paint dry.