blue

there is something about me
and the color blue 
I do not quite seem to understand 
why or how 
but all the lovers that have passed
through my life
seem to leave traces in me
just some bits 
of it
here 
and there
enough 
to make me wonder
enough 
to make me cry some nights
and to desire you some others
I guess 
the problem is
that I can't call this color mine
and I am obsessed with possession 
I am obsessed with calling things mine
can't call it yours either
because you were only one of them
un matiz oculto 
hidden
but not forgotten
time will tell
I never liked your blue eyes anyway 
maybe because you never had them