i like watching the sky
it’s shy burnt orange kisses
a concrete high way that makes you want to run and run and never stop
i don’t remember a time the clouds beamed brighter
i like walking
past lights that wave hello like goodbyes don’t have to come
and if you focus enough on the bubble shadows
for a split second, maybe they don’t
but tomorrow’s wearing its coat of fuzz
and tomorrow will come
even when these streets smell of stay
say we do see August, say we don’t
i question why i even care
when in this light, the ticking stops
and we are far away
today i’ll watch the broccoli carpet from above
through rosebud shades again
stained corners of your curled lips
the sleepy murmurs carved for later on
i like days spent with you