A piece of luggage

A Plain Out of Existence

Now we\'ve reached the field.
I could feel your body was melting.
The sun was burning you through my own.
I felt my legs give way.
No, I felt light, I gave in.
I remained still on the ground, no, I couldn\'t get up.

I couldn\'t face not seeing you.
This field was a plain out of existence
I dreamt of our attendance.
Well, when we still had the chance.
We didn\'t do it quickly enough.
The warm weather didn\'t help either.

There, then, in that moment.
You complained about the sunlight going through your eyes.
Buring through your insides.
And I still layed there.
In the yellowed grass, accepting the heat.
My body spread out, it\'s all you were going to get.
I apologized for our outing not being what you wanted.

Here, in that very patch of grass, second to none.
There wasn\'t a sound.
Everything remained stuck to the sun.
You\'re the one who remained quiet.
Defeated on the ground.
The serene environment hiding your bodies beauty from the outside world was the only thing that was doing anything that day.

Remaining cold, the dead deflecting the sun.
I walked towards the gate.
I only wished to go with you.
Wherever you went.
Whoever you became.
I was a plain out of existence.