In the moments when the sun is just setting
The stages of pre-pubescent midnights
There are two of us sitting in the back of the world
Staring off into the distance
A flash of color lights the sky
Glittering, golden fireworks just barely visible out over the bay
And you pull me closer
For nothing else matters besides the pull of your arms
The sky grows darker, fogged over
No longer are the flashes visible
The sky cries, giant tears for what we have lost
Your arms become fainter, not so tangible
Merely outlines, and the tears grow more frequent
Creating puddles in the mud next to our – my – blanket
And even as they had started,
Tears are gone
Pulling you with them
Refusing to reveal the bitter truths
So I am alone in the back of the world
Left only with my memory of you |