55 on a passing fantasy

She was a sunset

Eyes so blue

blue

blue

Hair the red

of fusion

hovering right at the edge

of the sky

Her moods

the whole span

from light to dark

with no shade

or color

missed

between

She was a sunset

and now

night

has

come --

but 

will it be abyssal

or

restfully

star-strewn?

55

(assuming the hyphenated compound counts as one word)

55 on an ugly moment

She made me say a mean thing to her.

I suppose I might just be being a jerk,

might just be blaming the victim here.

But I was giving

and giving

and acknowledging

and agreeing

and conceding

and still she had to go

and say

THAT.

So I was mean.

And then we both cried.

55