We were there (and now…)

                We were there when clouds burst and sky dispersed to millions of robust colors and vibrant strokes, summer breeze and ocean salt enveloped and exploded and we laughed into the sun, young hearts innocent and stupid and trusting.

Five fingers of mine between five of yours; ten fingers intertwined, perfect braid made out of skin.

We were there yesterday.

And now we aren’t.

Blue

A song she churns,

                In a heart that mourns,

                When blues paint her,

                The heart bleeds bruise