by Ramsey McLean



The sun sets red with rage



White clouds float by



Like high cotton



Blank as an empty page



Blue is a color buried



Not forgotten



Sweet as mother's milk



And clear as the wind



Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk



Blue is the color to be buried in



When you left



Leaving nothing behind



There's no one to blame



No criminal, no crime



You can report a missing person



But not a stolen heart



And I'm missing a person



To whom stealing was an art



The painting's complete



The brushstrokes dry



I hear a band playing



A bent note or two



I guess someone died



And just wants to be



Buried in blue