blue nights

on nights like these

i sit and stare
at life unfolding
and folding between
a girl who looked the model
but played the pyrrhic queen.
you looked like you enjoyed the misery,
how captivating can pain be –
perhaps when before,
you didn’t feel anything.

i wonder if my brother feels
like how i’d know his every tick
and query about the world –
should he struggle as i do,
or remain oblivious
to more subtle hues.

the colours run us through
on nights like these,

perhaps the sky is blue

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