I watch the hues
Full of pinks, orange, and fervor
Set behind
the man-made mountain
So quick, so easy
It was for it to disappear

As I turn around,
the widowed moon
Rising from her sleep
Shades of rose and white
Reflecting off of her presence

Wise in the ways
of comfort and compassion
She brings light to the tears
Of the people
Also left in the dark

You can keep him
him and inconsistency
him and his unthoughtfulness
him and confusion
him and contradictions

you are made for each other
he can keep you
you and your suspicious communication
you and your close relationship with his best friend
you and the way you left him talking
you and your floral prom dress
you and his matching tie

you were the best year of his life,
weren't you?
"at least we don't hate each other," he thinks
oh, but doesn't he know
how clever you can be.