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
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Author:
junia (
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Comments1
What a bittersweet journey! I hope reconciliation is in the horizon. You expressed this great! Amazing job and the imagery and colors are so vivid! ✨
thank you! I really tried to focus on the colours 🙂
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