I Think the sky is in love with me
if I wake up early enough I can catch it blushing
I blush back and sip my coffee and
Know that the rosy haze in the air and in my heart
will dissipate by the afternoon
I Think I am in love with the sky, but
it is a fleeting love
by eleven I am sitting alone on my bed
by twelve I close the blinds

the day melts into a deep purple that bruises the horizon and my brain

the city turns black
so I take my meds and forget to exist

I’ll be back in the morning to love the sky once more and
The sky will kiss me softly with forgiveness

We will blush and sigh and turn warm