Blueberry Girl

The last time I saw her,

she was nothing but faded memories 

and lost lullabies--the ones that curl on the tongue, 

evaporating into the knot I forced myself to swallow.

I should have known.

With her arm curled around me at night,

the only thing I could say for sure is that

My heartbeat never felt so dull.

After the words that started and ended 

everything and nothing we had tumbled from her lips,

my eyes caught them on their way traveling up and even further up 

her cherry face, almond lips and chestnut freckles, 

until they finally settled on a gaze that reflected nothing but the blankness in mine.

And that was when I noticed,

Her eyes had never looked bluer.