Something to do with nothing

Just a short poem I wrote

And we’re not sure what it meant

I guess we never were

this palate of colors

confused us

 

I lost everything I loved

in high-rise apartments

late nights and bars

and became beyond blue

 

we sped down freeways

towards starlit cities

imagining the rush

could take us away

 

and when you finally asked

what’s this all about?

I chuckled and turned

and said quite frankly

 

I do believe

This is something to do with nothing

 

And we laughed

Oh,

How we laughed