Just Blue by Lisa Reynolds

When we were together
she obsessed over puzzles,

rarely admitted they were difficult
except for the sky, which she called endless.

To her, no features stood out.
They were all – just blue.

And I wonder if she ever knew
she was like that sky to me,

a vision so vast
I didn’t know where to look.

She shared no clues, only pieces
that didn’t amount to much.

But they were heavy
in the way reality sometimes is –

when two strangers love.

— from Juniper Volume 7, Issue 3