When first I woke and saw the light of day,
and realized that you were miles and miles away -
I parted the curtains and gazed out at the sky,
It was a somber-colored blue,
Who knows just why?
I think that I expected gray,
knowing I wouldn't see you that day -
But soon they turned a polished blue,
a brilliant hue; as I drove my way out of town,
just before the evening sun went down.
My heart felt better somehow,
knowing life went on as such -
knowing skies were seldom bluer,
knowing I have never loved you as much.
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