the cool night air
tangles itself around my short hair
nostalgia of summers lost to the tick of time

it reminds me how temporary
the orange and pink passionate sunsets are

and how the blue hour fades
to the tone of a calm bass

but i'll miss l'bleu heure
more than I'll miss those unrequited loves

and by love I mean those sorrowful admirations
searching for validation

but with this new season i bid the past goodbye
as i bid goodbye to l'bleu heure