Blunt Love Poem by simon mohlala

One always sees blue
The night skies turn blue for my sake.
Have we grown apart?
Has this distance sharpened it?
It used to pierce through my heart painlessly, sharp
kind of love.
But now im never at ease when in contact, Blunt
kind of love.
Has our love gone blunt?
Though my fortress still proclaims you queen.
Have i been chasing an illusion?
Did i fall inlove with a phantasm?
Did i find joy in the figment of my imagination?
Are you here? Or never was?
Let's go back, because the illusion was perfect.