Yuxiao

18

Yesterday the sky was pastel
your sandals a flash of laughter
on hot cement and the wind, it
wrapped around our limbs
without a word when we spoke
in clouds.

We danced so long
the streets of our city stained
with sunlight.

Yesterday our hours trailed
shredded petals on the ground.

But today time crawls caged
by the clock, shrieking, and I am chilled
at our city like ice shining
the sheen of things that bleed
colorless

And my stories are lies
and truths but I love
the one in our park where your shadow dances with mine
until night collapses,
swallows both together
and the oaks weep leaves

I love how the sky suffocates o