• A golden glow washes over the already yellow
    Arizona landscape,
    A mix of pollution and sunset light painting the world
    The color of riches.
    A manmade lake bounces back the deep reds and golden glow:
    An Arizonan sky.
    Giant clouds provide a roof that scatters shadow and light
    Across the desert floor.
    Palm trees sway and dance in the winds of a coming monsoon,
    And all I think about
    Is when I will hear from the guacamole boy I have
    Adored for so little time,
    And yet I can’t help but think maybe someday he will be
    The one I can call mine.
    I can’t stop thinking maybe he will forgive me for my
    Stupid traitorous heart.
    I can’t stop thinking maybe someday he can forgive me
    For lying to myself.
    Surrounded by all this beautiful chaos, I can’t stop
    Thinking of my own chaotic mistakes.