i remember

when everything

turned

orange

and when we

ran

down the beach

the sand hitting our feet

we were unstoppable

and free from 

the burdens

of this world

and when we sat

upon the hot metal roof

of the shead

at your house

in the summer

and just talked 

then when we were

older at a 

beach town playing

in the rain on the beach

with the waves crashing

onto the groud

threatening to ruin 

what we had found

but it did not becuase

we left 

we went to the warm and 

dry orange

and sat and talked

about us

and when we were 

at the 

beach

the sunset

was a beautiful shade of 

orange 

'cause everything 

turned 

orange