Oh Marya

The way her hair flows as she walks,

The way her lips move as she talks—

She’s perfect. Too perfect.

With beauty sharp enough to infect.

But still… why do I suspect?

Why do I feel that someone so bright,

So revolutionary, cloaked in light,

Is hiding shadows just out of sight?

Oh Marya,

I truly loved you.

I loved you so much it turned me blue—

Blue at your name, your voice, your face,

The ghost of you I still can’t erase.

So tell me—how must I stay tame?

How must I calm this burning flame,

When someone like you runs through my mind,

Relentless, haunting, cruel, and kind?

You really were one of a kind.

But now you’ve moved on… and so have I.

Or have I? Maybe that’s a lie.

But have you?

That’s what keeps me up at night.

You keep me up at night.