On Second Look

Bleach washed

legs

chasing me 

through 

the fields 

of lilacs. 

Hearing your

voice burn

like an

orange sunset 

burning

the mountain

tops. 

I wonder if

this was a reality.

Youth and 

beauty 

covered

up the ugly

we became. 

On second look

I am glad you were 

who I went 

through 

the orange 

mountain 

burn with. 

That was

our story

and our 

end.