Sunset

A poem

Sunset

For a long time,

it didn’t make a difference to me

whether or not the sun set.

I accepted it as natural,

inevitable and fair,

like the leaves withering off the trees

when autumn comes.

I can no longer accept the sun setting,

because it signifies my experience with you

is becoming a memory.

Each falling dusk

is a moment in time with you

that I’ll never return to.

I want to crystallize the moment,

so that we can remain,

free and as uncaring as children,

under a still sky.

But nothing remains to time.

We dissipate with the closing day,

vanish,

and dissolve.

We are the blue

that drains from the sky

at sunset.