<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554627" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>(Growing Pains) Blue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue was his colour, he always said. Went with his ice-blue Michael Caine eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Midnight blue velvet suit, in the seventies, their twenties. (She stroking nightly its nap as they sat on her hard two-seater sofa, until he exposed the smooth contrast of the skin beneath.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wedding suit a sky-blue linen creation. (Her parents late to the ceremony, she, tearstained at the flower-decked registry office table, hearing her mother breathe, ”Isn’t he beautiful”) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cerulean and cobalt shirts in the eighties (pure cotton, hell to iron, but hell, she was still in love.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prussian blue golf shoes and an ultramarine Armani fleece in the nineties, as far as she could recall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bought her a cloud-blue Honda car to do the shopping in, just before she decided to head off into the blue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In it, she struck out on a polychrome adventure, alone, drove towards the lurid sunset to look for gold at the end of her rainbow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they met again, she saw that at some point his eyes had faded to grey, along with their hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue was still his colour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Janice+Windle">Janice Windle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554627" data-title="(Growing Pains) Blue de Janice Windle" data-description="Blue was his colour, he always said. Went with his ice-blue Michael Caine eyes. Midnight blue velvet suit, in the seventies, their twenties. (She stroking nightly its nap as they sat on her hard two-seater sofa, until he exposed the smooth contr..."></div> </div> </div>

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