under the orange sun (a poem)

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Under the orange sun,

where no shadow separates us,

where the breeze moves gently through the branches heavy with flowers,

We can sit in the quiet, in a place where time does not pull us forward,

where nothing is asked, where hearts are not torn,

where there are no promises to keep, no goodbyes to say,

only the warmth of this moment, letting us stay.

We can rest, your head on mine, where silence feels like home,

wrapped in a quiet that does not ask for more.

Speaking only of things that do not wound,

here, where endings do not knock at the door,

where nothing is lost, and nothing is torn.

Maybe one day, when the tide is kind, when the sky holds onto its golden glow a little longer, when the wind carries your name back to me,

I will find you again, waiting on the island,

under the orange sun,

under the orange sun.

i found this in an old journal, unfinished. a piece of a memory i wasn’t ready to complete back then. i tried to put the words together now, but some feelings never fully take shape. this is for a friend who left too soon. i don’t know what led them to that choice and maybe i never will. i just wish they had stayed long enough to see that they weren’t alone, that they were loved, that they mattered.

Thanks for reading, would love to hear your thoughts!