Blue IV
.
Damned, almost
     not too tall,
                    not too thin…
         Blue,blonde
always depressed,
               How many light-years
  off course are we,
                         from you?
Sighing promises
          pulling expect
    pushing
      Renege, commit,
confide, retract…
                       Pushing expect
        pulling forever
craving some guidance,
                 a cue,
     clear stars
                     to map our way.
Desire, always
                      true Blue…
Not quite there,
         not yet here,
                           almost divorced.