Past Sky Blue- Laura Kim

Past Sky Blue

We told ourselves panels of wood

Would never know more

About ourselves than we do.

And yet each grain

Held a tear of our loss,

A smile of our happiness,

A mouthful of anger.

We told ourselves each remnant

Of our pasts would never

Bleed past the green.

And yet each memory

Like a drop of ink

In a watercolour world.

We told ourselves

To be happy

Past brick

Past light

Past sky.

And yet here we sit

And lie against the grass

Waiting for a shooting star.

- Laura Kim