The last sun at PV seemed to dance around the sky
it weaved among the clouds, ready to play
almost winking undoubtedly about the memories, it had witnessed.
At times it felt like a total eclipse or like there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
I was thankful for it all because when that sun set
so did this chapter of my life with it.
and though the sun that day could melt a popsicle,
or your skin off your face,
in the last second the breeze felt cool
almost as a final goodbye, a something to remember me by.
and I didn't cry because it was over
I cried because I didn't miss the girl that started there
and I couldn't wait to be the girl that was leaving.
