i try not to think of you when i look at the sky
near the setting sun,
orange slowly burns away
above, a dark grey threatens,
but it hasn’t rained (yet)
i still love you, i think,
but just as the colors try to join
what’s separate must stay
separate—-what’s alone
will stay alone
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I really felt this. Especially that self-protecting addendum of “i think.”