As the sun sets
there is a small streak
of light purple in the sky
and it is the exact same shade
as that lip gloss I wore
the night we parked
in the abandoned lot
and you pulled me out of the car

and we sat on the hood
wrapped in each others' arms
and gazing at the
starless sky
and in that one moment
all the pain I was accustomed to
evaporated into the cold air
and all I felt was love

I wonder if small things
like the color of the sky
remind you of me
do you ever even think
about me or
the love we shared
or have I been completely erased
from your mind?