Blue Poem by Richard Betts

Do you know what I remember
About that final, fateful day?
I recall how blue the sky was
As I watched you walk away.

It was as if God had taken a brush
And spread paint across the skies.
And when He chose a color,
He picked the pigment of your eyes.

The morning progressed so perfectly,
I thought heaven and earth might collide.
The sky appeared to be so close,
I thought I could touch it if I tried.

I still remember marveling
At the blueness of that day.
Then my world came crashing down,
And the face of heaven turned away.

As that beautiful blue morning
Faded from blue to gray to black,
I never relinquished hope
That you were coming back.

I used to believe in heaven,
And someone who was merciful and strong.
Now it's hard for me to believe
In anything - anything at all.