Sunrises make a promise every morning that the Sun is here to stay, but at night it just leaves again. The Sunrise is a lie. At least the Sunset is honest.

i remember sitting beneath the sunset with you. i watched the sunset past your face. it looked more beautiful to me by the minute. the sky was as dark as it gets before the moment of complete nightfall, hued in shades of purple and blue and pink, from streetlights and phosphorescence and the world past its closed horizons.
i remember sitting with nothing but silence between us, because all night "Goodbye" tried to find my lips from where it was stuck in my throat like a pill that wouldn't go all the way down. so i pushed it farther down with every sip of my drink.