When I see the city’s skyline in the pink and orange sun, I think of her.

When I hear the sound of distant thunder, I think of her.

When rain starts to fall and the smell of lavender fills the air,

The warmish cold aroma of ice cream parlors, and empty canvases.

Even the sound of my car door closing makes me think of her.

Most nights I lay awake, dreaming of those summer sunsets and golden skies.

I no longer feel heartbreak because my heart doesn’t belong to me. And that is a terrifyingly, comforting thought.