sun in my eyes, standing there, on the platform, as her train pulled away, hoping a cloud storm, would rain hard, as to stay coping with forms of sunsets flashing red hues of warning, with each passing window burned the optic nerve, into my brain, with each passing window, pain welled up and exhaling as the last car of the last train carried all my sadness in the eddies and backwash in a breath of air, gravity is a strange thing when you fall for someone and they leave, you are drawn in, by the vaccum, and may not catch yourself, or have the will to stop, from the four foot drop to the tracks,
thank goodness my grandparents and my parents put that harness on, that they had for me...and (my brother) in words "All the love from horizon to horizon"
It did not happen quite this way, but this it what it felt like Sunsets here represent change, and an end (of sorts) she did not wok nights and I know most people go to work "daytime"