Blue Paint

She asked why I had blue paint on my fingertips

I told her that I had touched the sky

her eyes at once ablaze with wonder

with boundless ambition

 

for now, she does not hear the cracks in my thoughts

she does not smell the hint of fear in my words

nor see the paint peeling from the edges of my hope

for now, for now, I can touch the sky

 

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