as I gorged – feasting on last night’s pumpkin pie, sweet yam, and cranberry sauced ham,
my fingers wet with insatiable appetite,
as I thought of you and
the blue of sapphire,
the blue of that moon one mid-autumn night,
the blue of the three gold crested buttons on your left sleeve.
The blue of your eyes
They all seem so –
Hollow to me now.