We blamed it on the weather,
our little grey-cloud shreds of self-pity
as we shed our summer clothes and shrugged into coats.
We counted our breaths all the way out...
The lights sort of swallowed our pride
on our way, that long drive away...away...
It was the kind of drive where you sing silly songs
if only to break through the silence that threatens to stifle you.
You wore bright yellow boots, and I-
I donned a screaming red cap, annunciating the lack of life
in this bruised purple landscape,
the one that our umbrellas shielded us from.
It was cold, do you remember?
I do. That's all I really remember...
That frigid, solid wall- that grey, angry wall...
I remember wondering if there were still rainbows.
