Every day that year
I would look up at the sky
At night it was black and blue
With white stars
Glowing bright above
The Marfa lights
The streetlights glowed
Bright and bold
The leaves were red and orange
And the air was crisp and cold
And every time it was the same
It was bright and bold but
Peaceful
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
"After time passes it'll hurt less"
But it never did
"Just forget it, it was so long ago"
But you told me always to remember
And each and every day
A little reminder in my eyes
I'll miss you
I'll miss you every time I hear that song
And every time I feel the need to tell someone something
That I know they don't need to hear
I'll miss you every fall
And every winter
What happens when we all lose hope?
When we stop believing that it'll all work out?
What happens then?
Comments
I remember first hearing about the Marfa ghost lights on Unsolved Mysteries, years ago! Fascinating, and a fascinating way to contextualize the beauty of the season, too.
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