Pink Skies

That fine Saturday evening, the sun hid behind 

The clouds in the magnificent pink sky,

And it was the most amazing nature’s delight

I had witnessed in quite a while.

I remember you and me,

Holding hands and standing near the windowsill,

As I rested my head gently on your shoulders 

While we sipped coffee still.

Since that time I fell in love 

With pink skies during twilight.

And at that hour, everyday, I’d give you a call

As it caressed my face, the soft sunlight.

My eyes would await the blush tones

Everyday and every night. 

When they lingered on, they always felt like home 

For I felt at my safest and closest to your might.

A day came when I opened the windows with glee

Expecting pink skies but witnessing bloodshot instead. 

I couldn’t fathom and instantly quivered,

Called you up to feel a bit safe. 

But you didn’t pick up, kept leaving me on hold,

I hastily shut the blinds;

And I swear that moment the coffee tasted bitter, 

I just wanted the hour to rush by. 

Since the day I came to the windowsill

In the hopes of pink skies but,

They kept being red and the sun kept being cruel,

The worst pain however, was that you never picked up .

So then I stopped coming to the window,

I closed my blinds to pink skies and to you;

Sat myself down and let the tears flow free,

Hoping one day the scarlet would vanish through.

My sunsets have just been vermillion hues

You’ve ruined them for me since then;

And yet when I am nostalgic, I still peek through,

Believe you’d return prodigal, I’d see pink skies again.