Keep Me Blue

Published by Up North Lit

We had a few—
A few good years.
We celebrated early,
before the azalea bloomed.

The days were rushed.
Winter was warm—
I don’t remember my party
And neither do you.

If only
the nights were longer,
And the weather was cooler.
You hope the breeze lets up
To keep me near.

I am always down,
as the spring sky is blue.
For everything in bloom—
there might still be
me and you.

The heat rolls in
as time runs out.
You on my shoulder
and everything to cry about.

I can’t tell you I’ll stay.
I can’t make a promise.
I’ll hum along,
to the pressures upon us

In the summer, we would fly
down William Few
trying to hit the soft notes,
but we’d fall through…

We sing you might not miss this,
But I know that you do.
And so will I,
if I ever take root.

So, please
write me a song
a love letter or two
something honest
to keep me blue,

And I’ll hum along,
singing your tune—
the words you write
to keep me blue.

Keep Me Blue - Up North Lit