He disappeared like the hazy sun over the vast horizon.
The mellow, delicate rays disguising the pain that his exit would bring.
A tragically beautiful departure.
The vivid oranges and warm yellows were now faded and weak,
Gradually diminishing,
Barely visible.
And that’s when he slipped away.
The blanket of darkness had displaced him.

She ends her evenings with a long gaze at the sunset as tears brim in her weary eyes.
A view that’s strangely melancholic.
Maybe it’s because the grand display provokes bittersweet nostalgia.
Memories of her beloved husband,
the golden sun amidst her darkness.
The soulmate that departed too soon.
And took her light with him.

She escaped into the beautiful unknown
with no recollections of yesterday.
Abandoning the life that clung to her so possessively.
Begging her to stay.
The future called her name,
and she followed with avidity.
This was her fresh start.
Her exhilarating beginning.

It’s raining in my heart, my love.
Melancholic pools are filling each weakened vessel,
Flooding the fragile chambers that
pump my intoxicated blood.
Sadness consumes me, as gentle droplets of sorrow trickle down the contracting arteries, and tears sting my eyes.

A storm is raging now.
Don’t let me drown.

Daring spirits search for delirium in a city of opportunity.
Enthralled by the endless possibilities,
The blinding lights and abandonment of time.
They crave excitement,
Yearning for the surge of adrenaline in their blood.
The sweet taste of freedom.