Wearing red hoping to brush off the blues just doesn't work these days. I look at people on the street on my way to work and still sigh when I see a warm, comforting hand reach to hold a smaller, slender hand. And I still flinch when I think of what I don't have. I still wonder if love will ever find me. And openly let me in, when it does.
I still feel blue.

If love's a shiny coin, mine's fallen beneath the grating. And I kneel on the street, watching it swim away in the rain water.