She tries to hide her tears
Beneath a dress that her crush called “surreal.”
But beneath the moon covered by clouds
And beneath the sky in dots
of stars, she decides to say
that she is sorry.
He wonders why she is sorry.
Two, glistening diamond tears
glide down, hanging onto her chin, so he says
some words that make this gratifyingly surreal.
She wipes her face on a tissue. Her makeup is in dots
in a silly swirl. In the wind, her dress puffs like a cloud.
She wants to believe him, but her head feels in the clouds.
She tries again to say sorry
But her dress sails upward, reaching for the starry dots.
And the sky cries as stars fall like tears.
The clinking of glassware provides her with some surreal
“Isn’t it cold?” Someone, far off, says.
He wants to make her come back, and wants her to say
something–anything! But they are being watched by the clouds,
noting how each feels, in this small piece of themselves, surreal.
The clouds wait patiently, not willing to murmur sorry
even with falling comets shedding tears
for the pair underneath the expanse of shimmering dots.
She wishes that she could eat a lollipop with dots
of various colors. She wants to just say
the words and be done. But the tears
prevent her. Ever watching, the clouds
wait for her “sorry.”
But they have to wait for a moment less surreal.
And the moment breaks, reality replacing the surreal
thoughts they had. In the atmosphere speckled with sparkling dots
She apologizes and mutters a quick “sorry”
before departing. The vapors murmur amongst themselves and say
“How sad this was” and things in the ways clouds
communicate. And it is all he can do to hide his tears.
He wonders where that surreal moment went. Was it okay to say
that the clouds and dots
in the sky don’t matter? He tries to say sorry but bursts into tears.