Still Blue

tell me a story that doesn’t remind me of you

and i’ll tell you the thousand that do

show me a trinket that doesn’t speak of you

and i’ll show you, the sky’s still blue 

write me a song that doesn’t sing of you,

i’ll find the lyrics, and say, “does too.”

 

 

for the memories we share,

haunt my everyday

nothing is perfect, 

but we’ll find a way

for sure as the sky’s blue,

my dreams are of us 

& i love you. 

 

write me a play that doesn’t star you

though from me at least, you’ll hear “boo”

name the last time I thought of someone other than you

you could go back years, 

& i’d still say “not true” 

 

for the memories we share haunt my everyday

nothing is perfect, but we’ll find a way

for sure as the sky’s blue,

my dreams are of us, and i love you. 

 

there are things in the world

that don’t center on us

plays, songs, and tales

there must be, there must 

tell me the story, sing me the song

so i won’t think of you, since you said “so long.”

 

but the sky’s still blue

yes the sky’s still blue 

the sky’s still blue

& i’ll always love you.