...Thirty days of
eight recurring sunsets
I remember those
as clear as
the vagueness
of my uncertainties
I miss them
sometimes and
sometimes
the almost forgotten
touch
lingers in my nights
to haunt me to
remind me of something
that I
used to have
that I used to
feel
Maybe
it's not the right time
to step out from
crowded
shadows
as the sun is still
bleeding
but i'd like to think
that someday
maybe
someday...