A Poem for Mark

This will eventually turn into a song. For now, though, I wanted to post the poem in its unfinished form:

Everybody knows that blue is the new black
That we wear with pride the things we lack
And we’re afraid to start again

Everybody knows that pain is the new love
That we’re staring at the stars above
Burning through our tears again

Everybody knows that go is the new stay
That everything we know just fades away
And we never see its face again

Tell me, how am I supposed to let you go
When your memory brings me such exquisite pain?
I search the heavens with my blue telescope
But it won’t bring you back again