her favorite color is blue
maybe because the sky
has always known
how to hold something beautiful
without ever asking it to stay
she looks up and there it is
that endless shade above her
the same blue that somehow
makes her think of him
and wonder
if he sees the same shade
maybe that is why
she loves the ocean too
not just for the way it moves
or how the waves
keep reaching the shore
even after being pulled away
but because
somewhere inside all that blue
she can still feel him
the ocean reminds her
that some things can be far away
and still feel close
blue lives in the little things now
the quiet of Saturday morning
the late night dreams
the confessions shared
in the moments
that seem so ordinary
and somehow in everything
he is the first person she thinks of
blue is the color of almost
almost touching
almost saying what they felt
almost closing the distance
and maybe that’s why
she never stopped loving it
because blue doesn’t remind her
of something she lost
it reminds her
of someone she loves
of the way certain colors
can carry certain feelings
of how one shade
can make an ordinary moment
feel a little more like him
so when someone asks
why blue is her favorite color
she smiles and says
i’ve always loved blue
and leaves out the part where
blue was never just a color
it was the sky
that made her think of him
the ocean that somehow
feels a little more beautiful
because it reminds her of him
the quiet color
that found its way into her heart
long before she realized why
and maybe that’s all blue has to be
a color she loves
a feeling she can’t quite explain
and a little reminder
of him
wherever she finds it
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
This evokes “old blue eyes” and “worn, faded blue jeans”, both sitting at the edge of the world.
At the edge of the world, I love that thought 🙂
💙
Exquisite poetry!!! 🤗
Thank you, Braden 🤗
Beautiful poem
Thank you!
You’re welcome
“He” is a fortunate chap…. beautiful piece
Lovely to see you, thank you!
Well, wouldn’t you know it! My favorite color is blue too! So I can certainly relate to that! (Though lately I’ve been very into Black, White, Grey, Tan, and Brown, but that’s besides the point lol)
I’m so glad that this one is the first piece that I have read again from you! This piece is a true diamond! 💎 This work of art truly feels so beautiful, and it’s filled full with so much inner peace, mystery, and gratitude! How in the hell did I ever get lucky enough to know you!? You truly are my best friend. You are always so devoted, so kind, and so caring! I appreciate you very much!
As you already know, I’ve had a tough day, and I can’t wait to read more from you for some good ole fashioned rebirthing in your art! 🖼️
Oh my goodness, what a lovely comment. I appreciate you too, and I’m thankful to know you as well! I know this day was tough for you, but I hope it’s been better lately. (Sorry for the late reply)
How dare you!!! Jk! Lol! You’re good! Yes, overall, it’s definitely been better since then. I still have had some rougher patches happen here and there. But it’s not in a bad way or anything. It’s all working for my favor. That healing tho!
That healing tho!
This poem is loud to me. Without trying to be. The imagery is vivid yet subtle. The way blue becomes both the sky that knows how to hold something beautiful without asking it to stay, and the ocean that keeps reaching even after it’s been pulled away—it’s so exact. Not dramatic, just true.
I keep coming back to “blue is the color of almost.” Almost touching. Almost saying. Almost closing the distance. That line feels like the whole quiet ache of loving someone who lives in the ordinary moments as much as the vast ones. The Saturday mornings, the late-night dreams, the way he becomes the first person she thinks of without even trying.
And then that ending—the soft smile, the simple answer, the part she chooses to keep. There’s something deeply protective and honest in that. Some colors stop being just colors. This one carries a person, and she lets it.
Really beautiful work.
The love of my life…my soulmate…my pneuma…her favorite color is blue. I see it everywhere. Vivid and subtle. I feel it almost touching me as I could reach the sky, but so grateful we have the same sky to embrace. She is as much a part of me as my skin or the blood in my veins. Ordinary in that it’s constant and steady. But also vast because I can’t live without them. And I can’t live without her.
Could you imagine a world without blue?
This response brought tears to my eyes. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to leave such a generous, thoughtful note. As a writer, there is no greater gift than seeing a piece of your work travel out into the world and find a home in someone else’s life so completely.
Hearing about your soulmate and the way blue carries such a deep, steady meaning in your own love story made sharing this poem mean infinitely more to me. The way you described her, as constant as your skin, as vast as the sky you both share, is pure poetry in its own right.
To answer your question: no, I certainly can’t imagine a world without blue. But more than that, I’m so grateful we share the same sky, and so honored that my words got to be a small part of yours today.
The Creative Chic, ‘blue is the color of almost’ yes. The distance held in a color. And how she learned to love blue not in spite of it holding him, but because it does. That’s the whole story right there. 💙
Much love,
Khadija 💕🤗
Thank you so much. So nice to have you on this journey with me. I’ll be sure to check out your work as well. Much love!