May 2022
A cool Summer morning.
6am, leaving a party.
Stayed up, all night,
With people I'm not close with.
Trying to disintegrate
Thoughts
Of You,
With a bonfire.
In the car, driving home.
The sky visible
In my rear view.
A muddled color palette
Of you and me.
Blues and pinks separated.
Struggling to mix
Into a shade of
Purple morning sky.
I might crash.
I can't keep my eyes off the Past.
Too consumed, with sleep in my eyes.
My clothes drenched, with smoke particles
Hanging still
In the air. touching my lips.
Dark blue skies
Ahead of me.
Doubts of never finding
Purple skies
I'm dreaming of.
God.
If only I could close my eyes.
Right here on the freeway.
Allowing my car a freedom
I'm craving.
To guide me
Into
Purple skies.
6am, leaving a party.
Stayed up, all night,
With people I'm not close with.
Trying to disintegrate
Thoughts
Of You,
With a bonfire.
In the car, driving home.
The sky visible
In my rear view.
A muddled color palette
Of you and me.
Blues and pinks separated.
Struggling to mix
Into a shade of
Purple morning sky.
I might crash.
I can't keep my eyes off the Past.
Too consumed, with sleep in my eyes.
My clothes drenched, with smoke particles
Hanging still
In the air. touching my lips.
Dark blue skies
Ahead of me.
Doubts of never finding
Purple skies
I'm dreaming of.
God.
If only I could close my eyes.
Right here on the freeway.
Allowing my car a freedom
I'm craving.
To guide me
Into
Purple skies.
I wrote this poem after a breakup. When the confusion of what lies ahead is so strong that you want to relinquish control. This is a reminder that if you and your partner didn't mix well, then it wasn't meant to be. Keep searching for your person who will make purple skies with you. Even if the future only looks like dark blue skies, they're out there. I know it.
