They could have done better with the crayola

It's falling apart right here in my hands,
waxy bits of lagoon blue,
all over my only evidence
of our love.
It's me and you.

The sky in the background
looked dreary to me
so I went and fixed it up.
I drew in some clouds
above the old brick buildings
took the mahaghony and russets to the air.
Black midnight gave the crows definition
and blue lagoon was supposed to be there.
beaming up over the skyline
the only hint that day was descending.

But like our love,
it fell apart in my hands,
made a mess of what was left,
made us want to forget.
Turn the clocks back
think it through
I knew what I had to do,
Like robins egg
there was the blue,
There was my thumb,
and there was you.
A blur smudges you out,
Makes you one with trees.

I sank down to fetal,
realized what I had done.
The inevitable
had blindsided me,
even though I knew
it was there all along....

That same expression, still hangs on my face.