with them? i saw the sun.

shining rays through ponytails

and heated concrete walls i leaned against,

their shoulder brushing mine 

when they laughed a little too hard.

i saw the sun, and everything was a little too bright

but i thought i could see them through the dark splotches.

i saw the sun with them

and in the end it turned my skin as red

as the dye in their hair.

but the sun’s been in hiding lately

and the clouds glow (like your hair does in spanish.)

the skies warm (the way i’ve been getting to know you.)

your smile isn’t unfairly bright (i don’t want to look away)

your eyes don’t radiate sharply (i can see you in them)

and nothing is a little too much 

like it was with them.