Blue

Maybe their souls cried so many tears that they
flooded the universe with their emotions.

Maybe the planets, spilled blue ink while writing
their love letters, and they stained the whole galaxy.

Maybe the sun didn’t want us to be pierced by
her beauty, so she gave beauty to everything.

Maybe the stars got tired of shining all the time,
and they take naps under their blue blanket.

Maybe, while practicing his archery, Cupid poked a hole
in the solar system and it bled into our atmosphere.

Maybe it’s because of us,
we laugh, we love, we lose, we live, we die.

Maybe it doesn’t matter why
the sky is blue.

Maybe it only matters that it
Is.