Chaotic

The day still felt sunny

You had put on eyeliner

The day didn’t necessarily call for eyeliner

I had put on mascara

The day didn’t necessarily call for mascara

Side by side we looked at a tree

While you told me about a 

A terrible time alone

With an artist 

In his last gasp of fame

I brushed a mosquito from your face

Touched your cheek gently

This was three years ago