blue

this is not a blue of a sky
that you still can see through your office window.

“enjoy it, while the building on the opposite side
is still incomplete.”

this is not a blue of a blues of
the midnight walk on the Christopher Street
hailing a cab to take you somewhere.

“why would you care, where?!”

nor even a blue of the mascara leaks
under your eyes or a blue of a bruise
on your wrist.

not that blue.
not that blue.

it is a tinge of a blue
that I heard when you said,
“maybe I’ll call you”.

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