I am now

I watch as the sun

kisses me goodnight on purpose.

I lean into the orange.

The inexplicable orange.

The rusty but rose orange.

The orange that said goodbye to yellow

and did not look back.

Sometimes, I think I might bleed orange,

if no one was looking.

Bleed this orange.

And I’m crying.

And I’m so happy,

but why is my heart breaking?

If nostalgia has a color,

then I have seen it.

It is heavy. It carries today with it.

The beauty stings, and I thank it deeply.

And it is right now.

It is right now.

- I am now