Skies of Blue || A Lyrical

Heya Blue,

I really miss you.

The sky wears the color of your memory—beautiful, distant, and yet so unreachable. I still find myself turning to the sky just wishing I could have another chance. No… that you could have another chance.

Clouds slip through my fingers as I desperately try to hold on to the past. Yet, alas, change is inevitable.

I hope out there in some universe or another, there’s a realm where you’d stay. I know I may not have been the greatest friend… or even a good one.

The sky wears the color of your memory—shining, vibrant, and bright. The moment I turn to the sun or the stars, I’m reminded of you. The wind carries laughter that once belonged to us, and the moments where it passes me by feels shiveringly cold.

Although the days may be painted in cerulean, or in the fleeting white of winter, or in the blush of the vibrance of spring, my skies are still ever-gray without you.

The sky wears the color of your memory—broken, transient, yet gorgeous, filling my heart with the remnants of your soul.

The sky may cry, just as I have wept for you, but together the sun and the sky will make a rainbow.

And together, maybe… just maybe, we could have made a rainbow too…

I really miss you.

May you rest in peace, with the stars.
-Heiinn