the sky is a pale blue
with streaks of bubblegum pink, cotton candy swirls
(8:20pm)

the sky is a painted a light pink,
the color of rosy cheeks
on a cool winter morning
(8:35pm)

the sky is a light grey,
raindrops furiously pelting down
on the empty streets
(3:48pm)

(all of which remind me of you;
but what doesn't nowadays?)

cotton candy swirls of your personality, all coming together to form the loveliest shade of you;

a soft rosy pink, like the roses you gave me that day you saw me fall apart – soft like your touch, when you held me tight,
swallowing me in your embrace;

light grey, like the color of your eyes right before you cry, teardrops pouring down your soft, freckled face, forming pools of water into the dimples of your cheeks

everything
reminds
me
of you —
but I think I like it that way; and I hope sometimes you get reminded of me too.