When nothing became of you and I found myself sitting on a sidewalk covered in night.

And the clouds in the sky didn’t wish to stay long; they must have had some place to be.

And the few constellations I knew scorned me, for even they were ashamed.

The weather no longer wore socks, for a barefoot summer is always.

Fall was no Winter and Spring was not long in the making, and Summer is always too far away if never really here.

From sunset to sunrise, I realized it was all meaningless lies.
So now I live in the darkness, because untruths lie unseen.

I didn’t have reason to stay, so I left.

Goodbye, pretty pink sunrise.