Blue, like the hush before the dawn,
like the breath we never draw.
You hover in the corner of my eye,
a tide that never quite arrives.
I wear you like a second skin,
a hush the day forgot to bring.
Every echo of your name
spills a shadow I can’t reclaim.
Fold me in your quiet bruise,
let the night forget to move.
If I drown, let it be slow—
blue is the last color I know.