Pale blue

He came home for winter the cold air would bite at our ankles and tell me, “go home alone”

Only because the roads were icy and flowers were no longer growing, no longer growing

We can lay in the garden and hope that it grows into something greater than before

But no not here, in the heart of the winter, where the water is frozen on shore, where the water is frozen on shore

We can walk bare barefoot into your house and hold our feet out to dry

But we will be distant no we won’t hold hands in the middle of the winter storm, in the middle of the winter storm

You can stand there smiling with creases in your cheeks, pretending that I didn’t hurt you

But I killed the garden we had in the winter for flowers that burned pale blue, these flowers they burned pale blue

He came home for summer the humid air warmed my heart and told me not to go home alone

But the roads were now muddy and the flowers we planted I killed a long time ago, I killed a long time a go