The sky is green.

No it’s not,
can you not see
the azure stretch
contrasting the lush trees?

The sky is green.

Such a taste for the eyes,
this cornflower blue
seen by all
but you.

The sky is green.

Don’t you listen?
Such a soft blue, delicious,
like sweet water to taste.
Please see it, you must.

The sky is green.

Why do you never
observe my words,
listen to my eyes,
when I need to be assured?

The sky is green.

Must I scream so you
will hear what I need you to hear.
Blue like your eyes, like our bedroom wall,
like the paint that dressed your cheek in a smear.

The sky is green.

Do you want me to leave you
with your upset palette,
where the sky is green, and I red,
and you, a color without merit.

The sky is green.

For god’s sake just once
put aside your pride for me.
Say you’re listening, speak your love.
Our sky is not green.

The sky is green.

You were once open and exquisite,
sharp and alive.
You saw the world as we should.
My love is there, goodbye.

The sky is blue.