the sky is orange,
and so are we,
faces lit by the last light,
music shaking the air,
hair caught in the wind
like it wants to leave too.
she’s back.
we’re thirteen again,
laughing like the year
never stretched between us.
sunlight spills through open windows,
sticks to our skin,
melts the silence
between heartbeats.
i’m in love.
she’s home.
the sky is on fire.
everything is orange.
everything is alive.
and for a second,
everything
is exactly
enough.
my long distance friend is home!