my blue

i look into my son’s eyes
and i feel an ancient knowing
that we buried long ago
i hear every rise and fall
of his sleepy breathing
and his folded feet nestle
against the womb he left
the nights where i feel
my arms will give out
i sing hushed songs as we sway
the mornings where i feel
my eyes can't stay open
his pure smile brings the sun
the days where i feel
questions outweigh the answers
his soft head lays on my chest
like he was always here
it was always meant to be
it was always you, my blue