You asked for my thoughts,
How do you feel?
And my mind wandered...
But never from you,
But to every instance of you.
Your shadow will never fade,
From the sunset of my memories.

Its beauty is burned into the sidewalks,
Baked by golden autumn evenings,
And the marks will remain even if you walk down a new street.

And I will see them,
Dark,
Against the white of concrete.