Bright sunshine backdropped the moment of hello
Breezy mornings, easy smiles
Yet red was the color of evening
Even more dreadful was the black that blankets the night
I spoke and found a rushed answer
Was that a goodbye?
I guess so long, fair-weather friend
So sad! But you know what? Red skies at night promise a better day ahead. Whether or not you intended to insinuate that, tomorrow, the sun will come out. Miss you.