I watched the sun drop over the hill--
like an egg cracked--
a yoke of understanding washed over me:

This list of do's and don'ts
This need to obtain perfection
is an unattainable standard

Why strive?

I watched you watch your vanilla sky,
and I let you go

You with your affable smile and easy laugh
You with your  eyes so genuine and your feet deeply rooted
You with the unnecessary apologies

You do not belong to me, and you never will
Just like this now pink, now orange, now purple sunset
that sinks down like a promise

Not to give me what I want
but to provide me with a new day tomorrow
to live again and reach again for perfection

This idea is not my own:
Clouds like scars mar this sherbet sky and remind us that even this broken creation is beautiful.