Yes, it does. Orange means two. I see it in the twilight, they see it as the morning light. With a glass of cold tea, I end up the day with grace and grateful. While they start the day with sweat and weary. I do not like orange. Because orange means two. I look at it and I tell the sky how much I want a second orange, not this orange. I miss them. Miss them so much.
Why can I not make it into one? Only one orange. Stand on the same ground, under the same sky.