somewhere, out there, in the deep black and blue
for an ignition source
for the embers to flame
for something different
than the everyday, routine game.
she tidies up, makes the beds, puts the dishes away
on the end of a broom, to stave off the boredom
just for the noise.
heavy hearted, she shares the same conversations
with the same blank canvas faces
the waters never ripple, nor do they wave
they stay calm, everyday, the same.
songs at the backs of her eyes
fading excitement deep in her heart
how did it end, how did it start?
hold onto the memory with hope in her knuckles.
clouds above, pass over her world
like time, they come, never to return
why doesnt this angst fade, like all else?
she asks herself.
most nights end in television
balled up on a couch in her night gown
watching her shows and changing the channels
during the ads.
life is not fair for this woman
left alone, after being promised the world
life is a joke in poor taste
for this girl.
but still… because of the love she feels,
somewhere, out there, in the deep black and blue.