Three Archways

Years ago, in a big transition in my life, I witnessed three rainbow archways. Framed by sun-kissed red apartments, The setting sun kisses goodbye to the cloudless sky. I took a picture then, between the runs from my old home and my mother's car. Glistening brow and squinting eyes, I raised my phone, holding it horizontally, 1...2...3. I remembered an old meme about double rainbows, but I found three. Back to putting cardboard boxes into the car. The pictures were blurry, unfocused, and slightly fuzzy. Like a memory, from one phone to the next, The photos get transferred. Until one day, I've lost them. I hadn't a guess where they went, lost to time probably. Now I have slightly fuzzy archways to remember within. One archway for the home I'm leaving behind, Another for the latest transition to my new life, And the last for the future I do not know. A rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow Three distant rainbows I have no proof of, oh well. I need only to remember to ensure they don't fade away.