Blue Hues

I’m surrounded by blue hues –

even bluer than the heart I carry.

Of all the hues, his blue

is the one I know the most.

One furtive dalliance

after another –

imaginary as they may be –

have fogged my awareness.  

I hang onto vague gestures,

dangling on the edge of

right and wrong.

I remain a victim of happenstance.  

© 2013 Helena Malheur