I remember her as I first saw her
sitting at a table by the window
The lights of the restaurant placed her almost in shadow
a second hand echo
She had her head down, looking at her phone
blue squares reflected off her glasses
Her eyes were also blue
different shades for different moods
Matched with smiles, sometimes
other times, tears
Now the sky is painted, In a wash of indigo
I've been holding on too long, in the howling of this cold--
Strangest thing- The war on drugs