You said you would walk me past
The fields imbued with a patina of sunrise and
All those that never last.
This morning I strode alone and fast
Down the road pulsating with colors untanned
You said you would walk me past.
The burnt sienna of sunset miscast
My own shade as a “someone else” I once demand (ed):
All those that never last.
Twilight hit with swaths of violet amassed
Like the painter under the jasmine trees drawing with the wrong hand
You said you would walk me past.
Dusk transformed the streetlights into an emerald froth that bypassed
The farewells of daylight written firsthand:
All those that never last.
The stars glinted down aghast
At how (to me) your broken promise is a jar tightly canned—
You said you would walk me past
All those that never last.