dancing in the dark //poetry//

orange juice

We sat under the big tree
Toes picking blades of grass
We sat there
As if we had something to say
It was peaceful
Right there under infinite leaves
I watched you
How your hair caught fire
Under the sun
Your gaze was strained
Orbs like murky pools of water
It promised me happiness
It promised me home
But I could have
None of that
Later we walked down the hill
And you bought me orange juice
We never spoke
Not ever again