i'm watching the sunset from the parking lot after work and all the tendrils of all the thoughts and feelings in my head are lost to me, close enough to see the silhouette, too far to grasp. i think of all of our sunsets and i wish i'd held onto them, those moments, a little longer. lived them a little deeper. we're strangers now, all of that come and gone so quickly, too quickly. and that's okay. or it will be, someday. the winds have changed, and i have changed, but my regret hangs in the air like the purple in the clouds. the sunset of you will set one day and the sunset will always remind me of you but you'll become one of those tendrils, the shape of something that used to mean something but unreachable, like you were always going to be.