I painted the wall blue and imagined I was back with you.
I gave you my troubles.
You caressed them, smoothed them, kissed them until they were softer and I could bear them.
You offered them back to me wrapped in green silk.
I painted the wall blue and daydreamed I was back with you.
Looking out I saw the moon dancing upon your back,
leaving a path of froth with every footstep.
I stuck out my toes to touch you but I felt nothing.
I looked at the wall,
I could not see the sand, so I painted a thousand grains of yellow,
I could not see the birds so I painted them too, white dots hovering above you,
but I could not hear them.
I painted the wall blue and hoped someday I would be back with you.
I gave my troubles to the city for a time,
to hold, to transform and to keep safe,
until we can be together again.