Second Look

Bleach washed

legs

chasing me 

through 

the fields 

of lilacs. 

Hearing your

voice burn

like the orange sunset 

burning

the mountain

tops. 

I wonder if

this was a reality

The beauty, 

The ugly,

The people we became.

On second look 

I am glad you were 

who I went through 

the mountain 

burn with. 

That was

our story

and our 

end.