Can we sit,
and watch the sky?
The sun will pass,
just like your fingers through my hair.
It will kiss each inch of skin,
almost as softly as you did.
The wind will caress your face,
I wish I always could.
The clouds will be kind,
and let us have the moment that we won’t have again.
We will find images,
attempting to make sense of what we see.
But eventually the sun will set,
just as we did.
And the sky will grow dim,
just as our affection.
And we will be left
alone.