i am the last seconds of the sunset you tried to take a picture of
but couldn't quite capture it quickly enough
i'm sorry that i can't be in love with you
or anything really
i'm sorry that i'm always moving so fast that i'm nothing but a blurry figure
in your peripheral vision
i'm sorry that i won't even bother to ask you to keep up
just because i know you can't. because no one ever has.
and i'm sorry that when i leave (and i will)
you will remember why storms are named after people