my blue hour

The hues of a deep blue

That highlights your face.

Every crevice, dimple, vein

Is highlighted by this hour of blue


Your brown eyes are suddenly ebony,

Your hair is like a midnight shade of black.

With your eyes gleaming, like stars.


The image repeats in my mind

As I sit on my bed.

Thinking about you.


I say,


“I miss you.”


I miss the company, but I mostly miss your presence.


At least your ghost

Haunts my room.


The hues of a deep blue

That highlights your face.

Every crevice, dimple, vein

Is highlighted by this hour of blue.