I don't want to bid farewell. Neither to the glowing evening sun, lingering on my book pages with its last, warming rays of light. Nor to the last corner where the cooling shadows didn't reach through to envelop the last trace of day. I don't want to.
I want to capture the moment selfishly, let it remain in my fist, closed ever so tightly.
I don't want the silent night to come, I don't want this golden hours to end, Don't go yet. Stay.