Sunset

The sun goes quickly, toward the end.
It slithers down behind the bluff,
And suddenly the day is over. Blue
Sky takes on bruises, turning red
And orange and purple, brown
A while, then it goes to black. Is this
The way our love has gone? You
Were the sunlight for a time. I warmed
When you were close to me. I gathered
Strength from your affection. Then
You sank beneath a bluff, and bruised,
I bruised you in return, and everything
Has gotten dark. I'm not the biggest
Fan of dawn. It seems to ask too much
Of me, but, if you rose again, I'd shine,
And I would take back all I've said,
And you would see that I still love you,
Even as your absence slays me, even
As I shiver in the cold.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-27 at 01:50

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