It was the day several years ago. Sunny as it is today. It was you sitting at the desk, outlining the halo deflected from the words. Tranquilness fell next to your feet had the sound of a tropical ocean when you stepped on it.
It was the day several years ago. Rainy as it was yesterday. It was you dashing out of the awning, pounding the haze to the beat of the laughters. Drops spilled on the cup rim had the color of a stayed-up night when you looked at it.
It was the hill flamed with red flowers. Blossoming as it will be tomorrow. It was you lighting a cigarette, standing in the pure white clouds. Particles colliding with one other. Ruptures being exposed. I stood in the shadow underneath the gorge, watching time flowing by with sparkles floating on the breeze.
You were up there smiling at me, unaware that it was even darker when you spreading the petals on the stream.