I spied the Blues scattered in the alleyway
And picked up the pieces
One by one
Some coated with the grittiness of life’s hardships
Some shiny, beckoning, whispering of avaricious escapes
Sang they to me.
I tossed them from hand to hand, measuring their weight
Feeling their fitted perfection in my palm
As if tailored for me.
Momentarily, I wanted to hold on to the Blues.
Surely I deserved the use of them
Hard earned they were
Each pain personally engraved
It is time to give in…just a little
Have a minute pity party dear, what is it again…
Table for one?
I let them slip from my fingers
and listened not – after all, they were just
Inspiration: The displayed odds and ends in the photo above in varying shades of blue, that I found yesterday while on a walk. Seriously. Including the blue lid they are all arranged upon.