a thousand little sunsets
dot the paint drip walls
and hospital gauze curtains
filter light down
dust spots swirling
in the empty space between
me and myself

as the rose gold horizon
trickles down the hourglass sand
and pools in deep violet
i ask you once more
if you think i could have
done it any better
if you had given me more time

and your candy floss smile wavers
sputters and falls
and you turn your face
to the paint drip walls
counting my sunsets
one by one