Vision Of A Truth Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

You said to seek things of beauty.
The rich salmon pink high in the sky behind the evening clouds
Was truly beautiful
And I thought of how high they were
And that I could never reach them.
The chance of reaching them
were the same chances of seeing you again.
And the tears came.
I blinked them back and fought the cry.
I could not give in to it because it is the truth
And surely you are gone.
That is the lay of it.

(3.21.7 Inner Thoughts (PFD))