It was blue
Mingling shades of blue
Swerving round the setting sun
Stray green herbs
Matching the life lines on their wrists
He said, "Take care..."
And then smiled
He smiled the way the sun whispered goodnight to the earth
With a promise that it won't be long till morning
The shore played the protagonist
In a beautiful lie
Bowing to the curtains of sand
Their shuffling feet
The applause from the only interested audience
And with one final nod
Her hands ached to go home
Home to the notebook stashed in the lower shelf of her dresser
To where the pen was eagerly waiting
The pages excited to be ravaged by ink
Because there, between the lines
Lied the secrets she spilt into the night
She'd already written the entry in her mind
But then she crossed the street
Waiting for the bus
Where the real world was colored in smoke
The streets crowded with foreign faces
Cats rummaging around trash cans
Balconies spilling the secrets of every house
Busy lives shouldering past her
Folk music covering the atoms of the air angrily
There was the sickest shade of grey
The one that hinted of lime yellow
That spoke of distractions and misery
That smelt of melancholy
It almost reminded her of cigarettes
The way she needed to be away from it
She held her head low between her shoulders
Hiding away from the few familiar faces
His image begging to be the last thing she sees
The dreamy waves begging to be the last thing she sees
The melodic breeze begging to be the last thing she feels
Before they make it down to the pages safely