the sun's setting,
it's tangerine streaks, and its orange blues,
the silky subtleties that in a moment we lose,
i don't know why they remind me of you.

maybe it's because of my tired soul,
soothed in morning's light it's easy to ignore,
maybe the way it always burns for more.
i don't know why it reminds me of you.

and when i muse,
these private little moments space infused
they seem connected.
lost feelings seem resurrected.
i don't know why they remind me of you.