The night sky will always be the night sky,
Even without you.
There's rain in my veins and a thundercloud behind my eyes,
And I swore I would never speak of hurricanes again.
I couldn't breathe when you left, gunshots in broad daylight,
And I curled up away when I removed the bullets from my skin.
The sky was yellow and blue and pink and purple,
And it pulsed for days, and ebbed and flowed throughout all the times I thought about you.
Strangers, again,
A roomful of memories.
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