the sky was way too pretty when we drove
home; scars shone in soft clementine
no black in sight only dark purple
and a light blue just like
the cardigan I´d taken
out of your closet that night.
the sun was golden, a medal
that we wouldn´t reach today
but you did, last week.
I believe you sent this
to take my mind off things
and my eyes off of you.
we circled the sunset
but I still never saw you again