San Diego Reader

The sky is teal in my scattered mind.

Through warm colored thoughts I search, but cannot find

the possible reasons why we both deviated

from that feeling that our soul soothed and alleviated

Every insecurity was banished

and every fear in us is vanquished

As I lie here thinking

some birds are singing

some bees are stinging

Was it love?

Or was it to be with a dove

instead of a pigeon

what compelled you to leave this region

in search of a new feeling in distant lands

as you broke away from the desperate grip of these two trembling hands?

Did the sun shine differently that day?

Did the sunlight expose my flaws in any way?

As I lie here thinking

some birds are singing

some bees are stinging

The ocean is teal in my scattered mind

The love we fabricated I struggle to find

Swiftly, the ocean and sky coalesce into a red of some kind

As we both turn away and leave this unattended tenderness behind.