A Blue Story

Soft melodies,
playing repeatedly. Blue
girl waiting
for the ocean to take her
home.

Before the intruders arrive,
to take away
the noise. Blue
girl waiting
but the flowers took off.

Notes running faster,
noise turning to silence. Silence
deafening a blue
girl waiting–
aching to be filled.

But ghosts have stopped playing.
Grief
transcends even death. Yet blue
girl continued to wait. Died
still lonely.

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