"Jude," you said, looking up at the clouds the skin between your brows beginning to bend
"I don't think I can do forever" and I tilted my head upwards, searching the clouds for the shapes you saw
you walked
walked
walked and the sun was so bright too bright I couldn't see any of the **** clouds but I could sure as hell see your shadow growing longer larger as you walked away
that to me, that was the longest day
I wrote this on june 21 which was the longest day of the year, so let's say that was the source of inspiration