Blue

A love poem by guest poet Eden Cassidy

When we first met,
blue and grey eyes
gazed back;
nerves, excitement, cheer,
anxiety and pain masked with
masterful expertise.

If I could rip out the grey,
would it all disappear?

Grey lingered in corners,
flitted across a cornea.
We pulled out weeds but more grew.

If you smother a plant,
it will surely die.

Love, joy, hope, family, friendship,
aching muscles and tired limbs,
tilled hard soil past exhaustion.
Bright blooms glimmer in every crevice now.

I have never adored gardening more
than I have with you,
watching the blue grow.

Photo by Elijah Cassidy 2025.