Unforgettable

On the anniversary of Her death, you lay on the lush knoll staring up at the sky - Your sky. You see lucid greens, surrounding you like the rocking waves of vast oceans; you observe majestic golds shimmering with the bond you share together; and you feel the intense reds in the pit of your chest-the passion in your core. As it sets, the small globe of fire stares back at you, wishing it were closer: willing you to chase it. You feel your breath rising to give chase as the sky beckons you by name. _Hope, come back_. You clutch at the bowing grass by your sides; as if that would ground you from the bedazzling threads of light drawling you in. Laced with these glimmering threads, were swirling pockets of twilight - just dark enough to offset the scintillating reign of colors over an immaculately dark earth. This earth where you were willingly bound. Your sighing sun sets behind a sad facade of carefree gaiety, knowing you chose to be here with Her-in all her finiteness-than in the sky: where every Hope should be