Lonely Talk

[This was a writing practice in Lit class where we took a bunch of titles from a table of contents and merged them into a poem of our own - even my title was a title!]

Out of the blue,
The red planet burns the sky
A matte charcoal.
The moment filters into memory
With a brief history of the senses,
Lasting all the livelong night.
And you find it again
At dawn, in a routine sigh.
The kiss not given
Wanders through you forever.