The blues did not come from out of the blue

they slowly soaked his skin in sorrow

the restlessness quietly jangled his nerves

his eyes became twin pools of reminiscences

sehnsucht washed over him in wave after wave

regret a dagger stuck in his heart

was twisted with exquisite precision

by every passing second

fool he was to spurn love

true love

for it frightened him

the way it pulsated in his bloodstream

a life of unencumbered living was what he wanted then

now standing alone watching his reflection

remorse turns his bones to liquid

and he wonders how he could have

shredded her dreams in seemingly dignified air of victory!

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