Sky

a short poem

And the warmth that I felt could crush popsicles under foot

And I appreciated it under the silken sky in mid-July

And the heavens rained down on our last day together

And we didn’t have an umbrella

So we traced constellations

Of each others freckles

And felt the warmth of each other

As we said goodbye

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Goodbye is hard. This was good...:).............................