the sun sat long
over the horizon
this afternoon

as it lowered,
I sought to
bury and mourn
a partnership

the sun touched
the low rim of the sky,

I allowed myself to ache,
and tried to hold it, to keep it,
but
my eyes closed into vermilion
as I felt burning, and dissolution

I opened and stared directly at the setting sun.

I felt the words,
"You have to let her go.
I will find you another."

the light did not burn as it fell away