The sun dips over the horizon and I can feel the near sinking of tinted rays peaking through a filtration of dingy plastic; the lingering of cologne and bleached sheets a reassuring after note that told me you were once there. Fingers grasping outwards to reach at the nearest shred of clothing before lazily pulling at dusty jeans and a slightly wrinkled cardigan after a thin cotton shirt had been safely secured around this worn through body.

Every step seeming to rock the very foundation in which the tiny trailer stood before the soft rush of warm weather passed through with the hint of spice. The only thing still telling me you were there.

“When did you wake up?”

“Just a few moments ago.”

Your back painting a beautiful portrait against the scenery of dipping sky lines and cobble stone shore lines that seemed to stretch on for miles at a time. This tranquil sanction the only means of home to break away from it all despite the near turmoil that surrounded you and I could see, if only for a moment, that you were at peace with it all. Cigarette tucked neatly between two fingers as a slow exhale broke over the silence and that expression became nearly muted with a quiet smile. Hands stretching outwards as if to touch the very tips of the sky although we knew there was a boundless stretch which neither ended or began.

You make me want to touch the very plains of the earth but for now I’ll settle with trying to catch the sky.

Cigarette placed aside amongst a tiny debris of used up stumps before those very hands pressed upwards to reach for my hands, pulling me close and then running up beneath the fabric to fight the slight cold. Fingers returning the gesture by pressing along his spine and forgetting the metallic kiss of that pistol placed serenely in his back pocket. Let me indulge in this lie that we’ll be alright before it’s another place and time where we’ll keep running to prevent them from tearing apart our sky.

I just quietly want to live in this lie.