his tears looked like mine

i started writing this the other day... i don't think that it's done yet... but i don't know quite how to finish it yet. anyway, here it is:

the sky was pink and creamy
as i walked down the road
the colors swirled together in a way
that made you think it would be sweet if you could sip it

the air smelled fresh and crisp
when i inhaled i felt it fill my body
like a fresh breath of life

and i thought about Lazarus
and how the air would've refilled his lungs
and life would taste sweet again

i thought back to when the sky didn't taste so sweet
to when we felt surrounded by lies
thinking we were forgotten
and that He no longer loves us...

the times we cried and yelled
or hoarsely whispered...
i thought you loved me?

and then... and then, i saw Him weeping
and his tears, they looked like mine.