Every road led west that evening. Nobody arrived late. Nobody hurried anymore. Folding chairs faced the horizon. We raised our glasses to remember. We emptied them to forget. The forecast read simply: “If there’s someone you love, watch the sky together.” ⸻ We raise our glasses to the end And call the ending beautiful The violet sky remembers us The green horizon glows The wind forgets its oldest songs The rivers cease below Tonight the weather takes its bow To one last standing crowd ⸻ The clouds arrived without a season. Green lightning crossed a silent horizon. Rain drifted downward, then vanished before the ground. No one reached for shelter. No one checked the time. Somebody smiled through quiet tears. It was more beautiful than anyone had imagined. ⸻ We raise our glasses to the end And call the ending beautiful The violet sky remembers us The green horizon glows The wind forgets its oldest songs The rivers cease below Tonight the weather takes its bow To one last standing crowd ⸻ The children fell asleep. The old men stopped pretending they understood the sky. Somebody reached for somebody else’s hand. Nobody asked permission. Nobody let go. ⸻ The stars appeared before the sun had gone. Thunder rolled without a sound. The sea reflected a sky that no longer belonged to us. Someone opened one last bottle of wine. Everyone knew the words To a song nobody had written. ⸻ We raise our glasses to the end And call the ending beautiful The violet sky remembers us The green horizon glows The wind forgets its oldest songs The rivers cease below Tonight the weather takes its bow To one last standing crowd ⸻ No one spoke when the first light faded. No one hurried home. Nobody looked away.
