Her Favorite Color Was Blue

It’s raining in her dreams,
The rocks up on the hill are set to roll,
Potential energy and brimstone.
When at last they come down,
Her brother appears
Every time.

He gathers her and everyone she loves
Into a place where they survive.
He’s always wearing blue,
He’s always just in time,
The rain does not wet him.
It’s like he isn’t there.

And soon she isn’t either.
The time of dreams unwinds,
Until she’s two.
Back when everyone knew,
She was the reason
He died.

No one said why,
And she never asked,
For some things feel truer than truth,
Some things are deeper than lies.
And now he’s always dry
In the rain of her dreams.

In the landslide of her life,
Only he can make her safe.
Lost before he could lie,
Untouched and untouchable
In a way someone can only be
When they’ve come from the sky.

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You can listen to me read it here
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