Blue Roses Falling

The sound of you

retreated dimly

to another part of me

and these ukelele strings,

so melancholy in their

summer notes, danced

back through me 

like a thunderstorm,

big wet heavy drops,

blue roses falling

in a perfect 

recollection

of the night

you pulled me 

into the rain

and kissed me,

and I lost all

hope of inspiration

in anything but you.