The Deep Blue Goodbye


Her eyes had that lost indigo look.
Something hollow, something borrowed,
Something bled, something blue
Poured into a bad pair of jeans.
A wounded soul.
Bloodied, hypoxic,
Blue with the need to breathe.
No air.
No Hope.
Despair gnawing at the rope
That tied her to this life.
I held her, we cried.
I hurt her by caring.

She went beyond me.
Frayed, raw, pushing me away
With callous quips, bitterness dripping
From the sinews of her posture.
Fevered stares kicked me in the belly of my heart.
I heard the blue-black beat of the raven’s wings.
I saw the savage sheen and cobalt flash
Of the blades in my waking dreams.
I saw her dead before me, even as she
Took her next breath and smirked at me.
Life slid from her eyes and grin.
I knew she was gone... her heart forever closed.
She would leave in the morning... headed out farther
To the deep blue good-bye.