I've been sitting here thinking,
With my head in the clouds,
Memories floating by,
Ones without the droplets of doubt.
They seem to flood down my face,
Those tiny droplets,
Staining the visions of us,
Dancing our lives away.
They seemed to be perfect,
Those tiny visions,
Now, much like a sunset in the distance,
That's fading into darkness.
That seems to be the bittersweet ending,
The sunset fading,
Though there will always be other sunsets,
I wanted this one to never fade.
This poem was published in World Poetry Movement's book, "The Best Poets and Poems of 2012."
Incredibly thankful to them for the recognition.