skipping rocks,
by the river bay,
the horizon wide,
clouds thick.
humming softly,
brown hair tickles my cheeks,
striped white sheets
and tangled blankets.
a faded blue,
over the whole room.
a wash of grey,
the heavens never looked so sad.
a sickly yellow,
of the things you coughed up.
those were the colors
of the day i lost you.
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry70 days of summer 70 poems of sonder (might also include a photo i took on the day of writing the poem)
