In feelings now past, she was my sunrise Just as stormy seas whether stone to sand, This love wore thin; words becoming disguise. Gently mourning a future now unplanned. Tenderness slowly turns to apathy. Ocean reaches for the moon; crashing waves. Dams of kindness yield to brutality, Flooding thoughts; love sent to watery graves. Whispered words of want become nothing more. Fading feelings ask: Does true love exist? Hearts with open wounds, not broken- just sore. How many more sunrises will be missed? Memories, impossible to forget. Yet, even the most brilliant sun must set.