the sunset holds me tight
the trails of airplanes,
marking the wandering thoughts of the sky

as the heavy blue settles,
pressing the orange lower,
until their disappearance,
illuminates the streets,
like aisles of light

an endless warehouse to wander,
with no errands,
and the only rendevouz,
is the memories you pass

you walk the road,
like a slow, electric, toy train
without the noise of rattling plastic
or endless mechanical chatter

nothing to trip on,
no one to side step,
no emotionless nods
or empty smiles

a genuine gaze upon the sky,
without judgement,
for how you truly feel