Borealis

Under a colored sky

And the moon

I fall back in love with you.

The outline of your face against the darkness.

The sound of your voice against the cold air.

I see the couples around us

And I envy them,

That they have what we lost.

Bare branches reach upwards from the trees

Begging the sky to bring its life back,

Its color;

Holding on to a memory

Of what was and wanting it again.

We wander.

And I'm searching for

Meaning in your glances at me,

In the touches from your skin to mine,

With the stars reminding me

That even when things end

They can still be seen.