The sun grew red and expanded as
the world got colder.
We held hands and played the saddest bands
we knew, windows up
and eyes squinted shut to shelter us
against our giant
sun: it's brothers and sisters won't be seen
tonight. In the dense
silence of the sound, we smiled and
watched the tail lights shrink
into pinpoints in the distance.

The sky was bruised and
overused. The sun
was jaded and sad.

Our smiles dropped and faded as the
wasteland dissipated
and home came into view.
We never knew what to do
when it came to coming to this place.