In a universe of sunsets
we linger on the fading
of luminosity not realizing.

Nothing sets, we just move
from the view of another...

Our tears evaporating in to
metaphors, voices of emotion
speaking silently as tears smudge
lingering meanings.

Are these the words of love or of
emotions fleeting like summer showers.

We are silhouettes dancing upon
the remainders of what lingered.
Coffins of hearts buried within us.
a eulogy of what was and past.

From ashes does a single flower grow,
reborn are petals not as before.

We gaze in opposite directions,
wondering if the other looks behind.

I stand there my palms waiting,
will we hold on to another, or forever let go.