POV of the Sky

I fell in love with the way you look at each other,

When you think no one is looking,

And slept to the sounds of love letters scraping by in the wind.

I relished the sight of two sets of palm prints set into sand,

And the reverie of candle lit dinners.

But here lies the problem:

Those are also the reason

I fell out of love with the world.

Gazes of love turned to jealous envy,

While fire raged in your hearts,

And the sound of the love letters were those thrown out in the wind.

Sets of palm prints turned to those set in rock- headstones,

As for candle lit dinners,

Well,

Let's just say some never get that.