As
a boy
I
had an antique medicine bottle
A
gift from my grandfather
Made
of a deep blue glass.
I
loved looking at the world through it
Painting
everything in shades of blue.
I
would stare into the fireplace
Deep
into the flickering flames
Dancing
wildly
Like
burning blue ghosts.
I
had forgotten about all this
Until
just now
When
she turned to look back at me
One
last time
Before
drifting off into our last December
Her
eyes cutting through the thick, gray fog
Like
blue bottle fire.
