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What does this all mean?

This piece won Honorable Mention. Photo credit Sierra Lagge

This piece won Honorable Mention. Photo credit Sierra Lagge

This piece won Honorable Mention. Photo credit Sierra Lagge

This piece won Honorable Mention. Photo credit Sierra Lagge

I saw the blue of your lovely eyes in the sky. I saw the red of your lips in the stop sign outside. I thought maybe it was a sign.
It was a sign that it was time.
It was a sign that it was time to stop loving you.
Maybe if I would I could stop seeing your favorite color in the treetops.
Maybe if I would I could stop ignoring the fact that I keep seeing your lies in the skyline.
Maybe if I would I could stop dreaming of being with you forever and always because no one really means that so why does it matter anyways?
Right?
Maybe that’s why I saw the green of the street light after I watched you get ready to race away like my heart almost did when I saw you.
But now all I see is a stranger that screams danger because I love someone who doesn’t even remember my favorite color anymore.

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