orange is the color of the darkest hour

what i couldnt tell
you in person
i paid someones little brother
to carve into a jack-o-lantern
smoothly chiseled
i let go of a few dollars
and got her to place
it on your porch
ribbon in hair she looked
both ways before crossing
streets that intersect
between you and i
it was perfect
until some kids came
and smashed jack's face in