Only blue skies make me cry:
I see that patch of blue and think
of you, or some old place when
we were true, and good; some
old place long gone when the love was
strong and we were not acquainted
with that deeper shade of blue.
Only blue skies make me cry,
a cloudy day won't touch
me that way, or clutch at my heart
till it hurts, like a blue sky day.
When it rains, or the sky is gray
it don't take much to get away from those
light-weight blues.
The rain falls as a blessing,
not some life lesson in taking
love for granted or the hubris
of youth. Clouds cushion the truth of time
and its relentless march
across your heart.
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