You, My Sunset

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I wrote the following poem early in the summer. I had recently lost something dear to me and I was sitting in the grass, looking into the sky. I was in a state of sadness and heartache, so I fueled my feelings with a poem. The poem itself is not the best, but I believe that the meaning is good.

Submitted: July 31, 2008

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You,My Sunset

The sky is an orange, a crimson, a blue. The sun shines its memories of you. The sunglasses are like a freshly sprayed mace, leaving a blinding image of your face. A heavy tear starts to form in my eye, because the sunset made me cry. Like you, it shall all be gone, like a fallen buck to its fawn.

I can take off the shades and finally see, that this sunset is but a memory. I watched as you came and I watched as you went, and I smiled and enjoyed all the time that we spent.

Now, as the sky turns into a violet scene, a stupid car has to intervene. As I stare back into the sky, the tears on my face begin to dry.

In an instant, it is dark, and in my heart there is a spark. What a sunset I saw today. Another like it could be a smile away.



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