Clouds which hovered above your dainty skin were painted in hues of gold and pink. Clouds which tampered with your skin. I realized you were adrift in memories ablaze with gold, as those clouds took sway and reigned over your pearly hues.
Cotton candy clouds, which drove past your window, as my tears hardened. I pictured you with her, and imagined myself in your arms, as the clouds filled up with colours new. I felt the skin prick with expectations galore. There was so much energy in those clouds.
Clouds are full of hope, they bring rain. But these clouds were different. They were stitched together with my love for you, strung together with expectations galore. They were flushed with hope of a different kind, as they drifted past. I never quite forgot their hues.
These clouds had your name painted on them, drenched in colours of all kinds. They crossed the threshold of my fancies. They played with my dreams. They vindicated armour against my futile resistance to you and your charms. I saw them melt, as I ceased to call your name.
Did you see that? the way the clouds thundered and rumbled. They saw you, too.