I see the horizon,

Once fiery red and passionate orange,

Decay into cold blue and numb black.

Hark the days of old times

Past; the energy that precedes

The inevitable twilight.

It was your movements and your touch.

The hugs where you gripped my shoulders.

The times when I was drunk and played with your fingers.

And to have heard you say ‘I love you’,

To me;

That’d make my head fuzzy,

Ears buzzing,

Vision go askew.

It would answer questions,

Ask some more.

And leave me with lost intentions.

Because I don’t know how I feel.

You don’t either.

Us, stuck in a maze

Of endless questions and fears and worries and

Excitement. Sending us into a craze.

But I’m left with one feeling,

That it’s upsetting,

Our sun setting,

And me praying for a sunrise.