Every night
It's the same routine
He has some hurting

He's got to do
Sets up a shrine
To her memory

So he can
Fade to blue


He takes her picture
From its hiding place
Tells it he loves her

A time or two
Carefully touches
Her unchanging face

Watches her
Fade to blue


Blue as the flame
In the candle he lights
Bluer than indigo ink

Bluer than beale street
On saturday night
Blue as her eyes

Used to be

Every morning

He wakes up
From the dream
Puts on a mask

No one else
Sees through
Goes through

The motions
Of being free
Drives home to

Fade to blue

Seems like

The right thing to do
Sit down
And fade to blue