East Fork:
A Journal of the Arts
Blue Instead
By: Ogonna Ononye
Blue, like those faded jeans
Torn to perfection, never stayed clean
Those ripped back pockets
And that hole in the knee
Hold the memory of you and me
Broken-down truck, lakeside view
Velvet dirt and gentle dew
Hugged my feet as I walked with you
Hands entwined, hearts steadfast
Knew this moment wouldn’t last
Shaking hands said it all
First kiss went by way too fast
I looked up expecting you
Saw nothing but a sea of blue
Your eyes, a mirror of the sky,
Whispered that you stole His hue
Not only for those faultless eyes
But used for paint upon your shoes
Scuffed and worn, I’ll never forget
Every adventure, along [with us] they went
Matching my stride, every step
In cold, in dry, in warm, in wet
Not in a storm would I ever lose
Those priceless, timeless shoes of blue
Blue, like your shirt upon which I cried
With ruffled stitches up the side
A bed on which I rested my eyes,
Into soft fabric fell tears to dry
My comfort for the road ahead
Are navy rocks on paths you’ve led
Some think that love is pink or red
My heart tells me it’s blue instead