Original Poems

Blue Friday (4)

You gave up and closed the door,
and I wished I could find again
the natural magic in the way
we once could talk,
we once had been —

The sun’s long set upon that day.
Your thoughts are on a different game,
While I am left with all this blue
But nobody who knows

Its name

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