Orange

I sat on the ledge, legs dangling and stared.

I stared at the open canvas that was her face.

I watched her eyes glitter in the sunlight,

Rippling emotion, changing the surface.

A disturbance in the calm, yet so natural.

With a sweeping motion, it was gone.

Her eyes crinkled at the orange, signaling the end.

Clenched, they looked at nothing, felt everything.

They stayed still, held together with the bond of being human.

The reddish hues glittered on the canvas, revealing little.

I watched as she smiled and the sun finally began to set.

I watched as she saw the stars starting to sparkle, winking.

I laughed with her uncontrollably.

Bathed in orange.