My Upstairs Neighbors

Dear Mr.Blue I watch your wife leave every morning at the same time each day with her long black dress.

It shines so bright you’d think it had stars.

I wonder where she goes with her stars.

I wonder why do you leave every night with your son.

In your nice blue suit.

Do you love her Mr.Blue she steals your shine and hides your son.

Do her reasons make less of yours, is there another reason why she leaves?

Does she ever stay?

Mr.Blue you have no answers for my questions.

But I know she makes you whole.

I know she hides behind you, intertwined within your atmosphere.

You both have your own schedules you must make in a days time.

I know you better than yourself Mr.Blue.

You make my days lighter but your wife bring me darkness.

You make me feel brighter while she brings me dullness.

The horizon of your wife is beautiful yet I don’t love when she comes.

But without the both of you I have no world.