You Think You Know What Blue Is, But You Have No Idea

Trees stretch for the sky,
shimmy in the breeze,
dancing to an invisible
soundtrack, birds sing
along to the snatches
they know, I reach
for your hand, clouds
beckon me into embrace,
they scroll into distance
and I’m left holding
the remnants of you,
I would call but you
don’t deserve the ugly
tears flooding the line