Cotton candy pink and blue—
come to me, I know.
Past pastures, barns, windmills, too—
you leave and leave, I go.
Though high and nigh unto the sky
those laughing thrills do close,
for rocks and arms spread awry
could never reach your coast.
We stretch and stretch beyond the seas
for bitter truth, pretend.
That one-night play, that gentle breeze
we wished would never end.
We watch, we part, we say goodbyes—
sad melodies ring true.
Someday I wish when blue does rise
I’ll say farewell to you.
Gina Kotinek is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the SPOT Lit. She is interested in social issues and enjoys implementing them into her writing in hopes that her message will be heard.