This is what it is about the song sung blue!: A poem

I thought I heard an inner voice

say: Song Sung Blue!

And I thought it was all around the Mississippi

How should I say: Miss, I miss

When my blue shirt feels like it’s as blue as the evening that is just turning to dusk

I see my reflection calling out over the horizon to a shadow of you

It is only a birthday, tomorrow

I also love the memory of love, not just love

I’ve given up wearing blue jeans

But the sky will always be blue for me

Like a remembered conversation that is constantly replayed in time

My years have fallen like evaporated dew

Does it leave an immemorial stain, like a sin (allegedly to all) one cherishes

Like a win one clutches, as if you don’t want to let go even with death

And I don’t know if you can reciprocate, or feel sure to do so

I don’t know if I will ever be able to tell you before I go!

There is a lot of sadness, but no grief

And if there is grief, it is only brief

But the sky will (for me) always remain blue

Just like I will (for eternity) never give up on the love I have for you!