Two Plus Two Poem by Louie Vizcarra

The sky matched my mood today
ugly and stale.
God wept over me and I wept over me and you.
The blue sky disappeared and was replaced by gray sky
just like when your blue eyes disappeared and all I saw was gray
no longer seeing colors
and no longer having bones.
Two plus two
green plus blue
equals me plus you.

I stood in the gray and the rain, watching my reflection
the words "happy birthday" forming on my lips
but only water heard
and not you
only the water that pours from the sky
the water that pours from my eyes
and the blood that still gushes from the wounds in my heart
were witness to this tragic display of pain.
I thought about how time has passed
and life moved on
while I've stood still and speechless for 3 months
braindead and lifeless
unchanged and preserved
unflinchingly bearing the intense pain
wanting to see you, talk to you, smell you
somewhere else besides my dreams.