The Moon Appears and She is Blue

 
As if the day turned black 
and the sun turned a dirty shade of grey 
awaiting eagerly
just for one last poem to read, from you?
 
the very last goodbye?  
 
a poem in which
the universe explodes
into silence and nothingness
 
and as I sit at the end of my bed
my dry eyes closed
waiting of course
for all the clocks to stop
 
the moon appears  
 
and she is blue.