clouds

You took me to the park and sat me down and I knew I was never going to see you again. We talked about music, and health, and things you can find in a supermarket. “The thing about good people is that they make the world better by just existing.” That too. You said that. Something like that. We hugged and we cried and then you needed to go. The sky was blue. Light blue, and the sun was setting. A strong wind blew the clouds along the firmament, shining golden. I will remember those clouds. I will always remember.