I observe the sky again.

The colours make me ponder about something you said,

that those colours were your favourite ones,

because their harmony and contrast makes it look like an afterglow in the sky.

A sign of an afterglow,like a therapeutic ointment for my wounds,

a door of planned-out paradises hologrammed,

a meteor of pulchritude raining down from the heavens,

all of it reminded me of you.