My tired eyes catch a small glimpse
of the sunset outside my bedroom window.

It reminds me of you.

It has the rosy pinks of your cheeks,
The soft blues of your eyes,
The faint yellow pigments of your skin.

As long as the sun in the cloud covered sky will set in the west,
Transforming so the stars may fill the spaces of the vast darkness of night,
You'll be here, with me.