SUNSET ECHOES

 

Sunset Echoes

I turn to the west,

The sun’s glare blinds,

I shield my eyes,

Your gaze unwinds

The breath I hold.

She catches your light,

My mind spins,

You glance her way,

She feels what begins—

What I once knew.

I remember your first touch,

Your face, a ghost above,

A haunting clutch.

You,

It was always you,

With your fractured throne,

Touched me like sacred stone,

And I, so willing to trust,

So pure, so lost in us,

Back when love was enough.

I gaze at the sky,

Small birds in flight,

A dark thread on high,

One lags, out of sight,

I hear its faint cry.

Sunlight through your glass,

Her dress aglow,

It sharpens the past,

Illuminates what I let go.

I remember your first touch,

Your face, a ghost above,

A haunting clutch.

You, it was always you,

With your fractured throne,

Touched me like sacred stone,

And I, consumed by verse,

The kind that blessed and cursed,

Back when love was enough.

Living with your shadow now,

It’s like drowning slow,

It pulls me under,

It drags me low.

You, it was always you,

With your fractured throne,

Touched me like sacred stone,

And I, wrapped in poetry’s embrace,

The kind that brought me to this place,

Back when love was enough.

I turn to the west,

I pray that bird has found its nest,

The sun sinks, and so do I,