Blue and Pink

I'm not sure I found what you said,
the text of it, how I stumbled. Thick
with a paste-like regret, I deposited it
in the bone in your head, a soft finger.
Implacable as lemons rolling in the dirt
of the day, I took care of myself
in the truest sense. Walking to get coffee I was
struck by that memory and reasoned what,
if not out, of the cycle of your woe.
Notice how the day passes so quickly
with just a few duties, a dust pile here, a bag
of trash there, and then you're sipping
mango juice and watching the sun go down,
blue and pink stripes across the sky.