The sun burned my skin in California.

Don't you remember...

 

The sun burned my skin in California,

turned to golden brown by nighttime.

We danced together in the streets

where you caught me as I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.

You were my hero

drunk off the thriving evening

and even moreso off the liquor.

I would have done anything you asked of me.

And ask you did.

I felt overcompensated for

when you were asleep next to me.

I could barely wrap my arms around you,

Never the less I fell asleep and dreamed again.

Only to woke up in a land far far away

years and years later,

barely breathing without you beside me.

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a heartwrenching ending to a tale with such promise in the beginning. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha