I Remember
I remember the sky that night
Streaked with pale, colorful stories
A bird's wing like ink upon a canvas
A streak of black pressed on the stars
The light was beautiful as it faded
The waves caressed the sands
We leaned on each other at dusk
A silent promise that you broke
You gave me light that then faded
Like the swimming sun before me
And when you went away that day
I knew that I had only leaned on
A promise as empty as the winds
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