Crimson sunlight bled from the sky,

Lighting up the new dusk like fire.


It was nothing to the sunset behind your eyes.


Autumn taps against the window

Cold grey and deep earth beyond

the etched glass.


Nothing for us there.


But here, warm

Our breath

Vapor like clouds


Let’s stay inside

And let the world drown in grey.

There too they had waited

looking over the cold neon of the city.


There too they had splashed paint

across the future and the empty walls

in the face of every one

who said they wouldn’t make it.

That they should be ashamed.


It was a different world

she thought to herself as she waited

now alone.


A different time.

Paint me a picture,

of us.


Awash in the cold blues

and warm yellows of summer.


Paint me a picture

of us before

it wasn’t us anymore.


Here is where

the flowers sprout in deep purple amethyst

where we stood on the banks

where we laughed against the sound

of a glass river.


Here is where

I found you

glancing between me

and the soft blue sky

unable to decide

which you wanted more.


I want the sky

At night

Twinkling pinholes in velvet

To something bright behind

I want to see

Above the curtain.


I want the sea

At night

To wrap myself in icy velvet

And find out what’s below.


It was here

In the deep green of the woods

With the fading sunlight spilling through branches like fire

That she smiled most.


It was here

That they walked further

Branches tugging insistently

Hands delicately exploring

As the crimson sun dipped away.


It was here

With the warm smells of earth and life

And the solemn call of a night

Full of promise.


It was here

They were free.


She never stopped to wonder

When the words flew like knives

If she was worth more.