Pink and purple hues
The same colour as the sun
Grandma was watching my English class
Another hummingbird flies by reminding me
Helicopters in the sky
The fading purple of the mountain in the distance
It could all be something
At least the beauty is returning to the world
The dark greys bleeding out into fleeting pinks purples
Blues reds greens
The moon is cut in half, half a face peering uncertainly out from behind a wall
Is it safe to come out?
Hearkening back to the year of failure
The year that never happened
The year of infinite loneliness and pain
When, learning what love was,
It was meant to be for someone else
And standing to the side yearning for it
Was all that could possibly be
When deciding decisions in the future
Always returning to the wasted year remembering
It didn’t even matter
Standing firmly still in the nothingness created
It never mattered
It was all wasted
Lost forever walking forward
Knowing love never mattered
And that it never mattered who
Elucidating Questions 
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