Fade To Blue - Kate Campbell

Every night

It’s the same routine

He has some hurting

He’s got to do

Sets up a shrine

To her memory

So he can

Fade to blue

He takes her picture

From its hiding place

Tells it he loves her

A time or two

Carefully touches

Her unchanging face

Watches her

Fade to blue

Blue as the flame

In the candle he lights

Bluer than indigo ink

Bluer than beale street

On saturday night

Blue as her eyes used to be

Every morning

He wakes up from the dream

Puts on a mask

No one else sees through

Goes through the motions

Of being free

Drives home to

Fade to blue

Seems like

The right thing to do

Sit down and

Fade to blue