Maybe it’s because
he reminds me
of something
I lost.
Maybe there was
a new boy
blue boy
I held to
my heart
and he held
me
maybe
that happened
in the midnight
moonlight
one night
and it was
the most I’ve
ever seen
of the colour
of night.
Now the dark
has deepened
and hid the moon
and I’m left
with the absence
of blue.
A simple poem- I hope readers enjoy it – a midnight sort of poem.
