I remember her as I first saw her

sitting at a table by the window


The lights of the restaurant placed her almost in shadow

a second hand echo 


She had her head down, looking at her phone

blue squares reflected off her glasses


Her eyes were also blue

different shades for different moods 


Matched with smiles,  sometimes

other times,   tears 








Now the sky is painted,  In a wash of indigo

I've been holding on too long,  in the howling of this cold--  

Strangest thing-  The war on drugs