forevermore; poetry

sweater weather

i'm at a dinner party.

brown boots,

navy jeans,

hair pinned.

my aunt leans over.

"hey girly, nice sweater."

i look down at my blue turtleneck,

i always wear it to parties like this.

no reason,

maybe just a sense of comfort & familiarity.

"blue is your colour for sure."

she leaves.

i stare aimlessly at my once full glass.

was she trying to be poetic?

i for one know the meaning of blue

is dual.

- monty