The Might Rio Grande


I see myself walking down the street where I used to live. I had a cigarette in my hand and hate in my heart. I didn't actually smoke then, I just wanted something to blur out the rest of the world. I had on my favorite pair of Converse, and a sweatshirt I had owned since the 8th grade.
Warm pinks and soft oranges danced in the clouds as the sun was setting, and I made my way back home as I left the cigarette squished into the pavement.

Fast forward a year later.
The sky doesn't change to any color other than gray, and the sun barely shows itself anymore. The sun stopped showing up around the same time that you did.
I still wear my favorite pair of shoes, the only difference now is that the snow tends to seep through the soles.

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