Estranging

The sky is purple
And all I can do is think about how loud I was about you.
It’s raining but it’s humid
The page glowing, my heart growing
Piano and guitar signalling
That this isn’t gonna draw to a close
Any time soon.

The planes make their noise
Its passengers having no clue
About the girl beneath them
With her phone torch on as the light fades
Lilac to bluebell chemtrails
Lilacs to hell and betrayal
Not from you but from the elastic roads and estranging moon.