the last time i checked

today, i stand, undone
with my face being slapped by milkshake winds
as a thousand acres of strawberry fields stretches before me;
i think of you, and i am shaken

the last time i checked, the skies were a peptic cherry-red
(the colour of my heartbeat before)
and i remember seeing you go, taken
by an airplane, away from the strawberry fields from where i stood-
my words of confession dead on my lips

i raced you on a candy butterfly that day, and i could swear
that my peripheral vision blurred into shades of azure
(who knows if the skies became blueberry-coloured by then...)

and losing altitude, i fell down to earth like a free-falling feather
back to the strawberry fields to where i truly belong,
sugarcoating an oath on my lips,

"When you come back, I'll look at the sky again."

today, i stand, remade
with liquorice words finding their way towards you
as a thousand acres of strawberry fields stretches before me-
and blueberry skies floating above-
i think of you, and i am released.