Faded Blue

I am too expensive for you, sir.
I am an antique french wine,
collecting dust on the rack.
Waiting to be uncorked,
Used and discarded in
a petit mort.

It is foggy outside today, I know.
And the streets,
The streets are deserted.
You cry to me,
You want to be lost
But you cannot afford what I cost.

There is a time for love,
But it is not today.
The screwdriver is on the shelf
Next to the wall with the faded blue wallpaper.
Can’t you understand, sir?
I am far too expensive
 
"Faded Blue," by Leopoldina DeWinter