Blue Poem by Niko Nocturn

Sometimes I forget.
I tell myself: 'It's meant to be.'
But then something happens
And I ask: 'How could I not see? '

How could I not see the dozens of signs
They were there the whole time
Sour like a lemon
But acidic like a lime

I feel indifferent
about the time we spent;
I feel resentful
over the heart I lent.

But now I see clearly,
I see things I never knew
And I realized that all this time
I just saw blue