color palette

they say love
is left for the living as if
it could somehow
keep us warm
on cold nights between
life and death.
I only dream in blue,
the color of whispers
and cold.
cold as white hospital rooms
lingering with
the blue scent
of antiseptic,
of grief.
blue is as warm
as your love,
cold as betrayal.

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