Sestina

His eyes are crystal clearly blue
and laugh as he jokes that I’m a loser.
I know still that he is my love
because he always says the words
that remind me we should be together
although we’re so far apart

most of the time. But not apart
today.  Today I see the blue
eyes right up close as we look together
at the tv screen as a loser
can’t seem to find the words
to spill his heart to his love.

It’s strange that sometimes love
is so hard and sometimes falls apart
so fast.  How hearts get tangled up in words-
bright yellow turns to dark blue-
something inside screams out, “You’re a loser!”
while on the tv screen he wishes to be together

with his love. While my love and I are together
holding hands and showing the tv that love
isn’t so hard. And yet, it is to this loser
in his Friday night movie who falls apart
as he looks through tears of blue
out at us. He can’t find the words

but my love does, and says them. Just any words
to some, but to me they bring together
the light and dark. They make the blue
and red and green a picture of love.
And though he picks me apart
and always calls me a loser

I know he’s joking, and that if I’m a loser
so is he, and so is the man with no words
of his own. Being losers doesn’t tear us apart
but brings us together. Together
and saying words that matter, while love
in our hearts would make someone somewhere blue.

We’re together when we’re apart
which isn’t now – now we watch a loser search for words
we know, and I look into the blue eyes of my love.