A clear sky does not always mean change,
a storm can hide beneath a pink tinged evening
You know me from another life
People tend to stick around like that,
like the clouds stick to the sky,
like flies stick to honey
I think it’s time to say goodbye.
(see you in the next life)
Morning glory (a brand new day)
The sun will beam down and ask,
‘Are you whole again?’
and before you answer, you realise
it is 4am
the sun is the moon
and you haven’t taken your meds in a week.