Sunset like a pack of Starburst
And pink clouds tickling the horizon,
My breath saturated my lungs.
If a molecule escaped my trachea,
the moment would combust into history.
Do you remember a time when static filled the spaces
between television channels? Do I remember
when static filled the spaces between my perceptions
of that night?
I don't think I breathed,
But somehow, the
Golden, simmering skyline
I don't remember. Well, I remember parts, but
they're just that: parts.
The sphere ablaze
Hadn't set just yet.
Instead, a gray blob
Bobbed along a grayer backdrop.
Where had the color in my life gone? And
why did static replace my peripherals?
No birds sang a twilight melody,
No crests greeted me
From the gray, murky water.
Caramel grains of sand became
Minuscule pebbles of
Varying shades of gray.
Hazy. Hazily cross-legged on an asphalt floor,
mosquitoes nibbled at my flesh. A
dial-tone replaced the voice I needed to hear.
Gray finger-like clouds picked
At the faded background.
Would color once again
Dye the sunset before me?