Watching
the sun go down
a murky horizon,
I thought,
how sad a thing
farewell is.
How hard it is
to breathe
pressed under
time’s thumb.
Even sadder
is the goodbye
left unspoken.
You sit there
frozen,
like a monument
watching. Helpless.
Your world,
twilight consumes.
Your elixir,
that was love,
is now your poison.