how did the sky look [the day you left]?
knowing how cruel the world can be,
it was probably just as miserable
[and overflowing]
as i felt the day i sat
in the hospital waiting room
[curled up in a chair
just like i had everyother day before this
for something like a month]
but this time someone
[i can't even begin to remember who,
probably my mother
for she was elected the "strong one"
out of the bunch]
told us the news, the news that you'd left.
it was probably dark and gloomy
and maybe if you touched the air
you'd feel a bit of a shock
[from the remnants of lightning in the air],
maybe that would've shown
just how much you'd meant to us
[that the idea of you
no longer being with us
made us feel things,
that weren't even possible].
but maybe [just maybe]
it was a beautiful array
of lilacs and playful pinks
[that's what i'd like to believe
that it looked like];
or maybe it was bright and passionate,
vermillion reds and overflowing oranges
[this one would fit you too -
you were always so bright,
never missing the moment to laugh];
and maybe the thought
of the sky being beautiful,
the day you left
[despite your departure being far too late
- and somehow, still, far too early -
for any color to be left lingering]
will pull me through another day
[because the sky being
anything but perfect
just wouldn't really sit right,
so for now the sky was brilliant and pure
just as you were, the night you left]
YOU ARE READING
escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
