Skies and You

He once told me about his love for the skies-

How much he admired the skies and every part of it.

He always said he wanted to remember what the skies looks like everyday

Thus he captured every bits of it.

Honestly he had it all,

Polaroids of sunrise, sunset, night skies, skies after the rain and summer clouds drifting from place to place. All tucked in his little journal.

But when he decided to leave on that one summer night

His last words to me remained like the little scar on my left ankle

Permanent and unable to fade away

He told me to “Forget him”

 But tell me, how could I ?

When all I could think of everytime I looked up is him  

 And his love for the endless sky.