Unbelievably Blue

My sighs are registered

by the old bureaucrats
that live in my apartment, &
then shoved into exhausted

file cabinets at the head office
while the most egregious are
stuffed into diplomatic bags &
and flown East because of certain

protocols. Now my sighs are so far
from me, and they fall asleep without
their sigher, under the sound of so
many church bells, in a city with a faint

scent like dim light and lemons. Now
they live by themselves, entire lives;-
and their periodic heavy breathing,

disturbs their neighbors – reminding them
so much of their own tragedies akin to love,
that it makes the light on the wet streets
feel ankle deep and unbelievably blue.

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