She introduced herself, as Sunset. Batted her lashes not to be flirtatious , But to hide that her eyes were wet. All around me were blurred, but beautiful faces. Yet, my eyes only focused on hers The first that I noticed.
When I bought my first camera, From that sales-man down in Alabama. And he taught me how to use it, He said, "see here son, if I was to take your picture I'd set this camera here on portrait. But if I took a picture of that pretty little girl 'cross the road" he said with a smirk "I'd have to set this here camera on Firework"
It's funny how memories work. I think of that man now, of his coffee colored skin and straw hat. I never thought I'd need to know any of that. but right here and now I set that camera to sunset. raise it to my eye And take a picture of Sunset. As if she were a colorful sky. and that's it. some people deserve more than a portrait.
And I know, I'm going to take her to a dark room. And see what develops, of her negatives. But first, I want to hear all about her crazy relatives. Who gives her, her beauty? where's she take her dog to groom? The poodle on her leash is a cutie. and what does she doodle on her notebooks? stars or hearts or sugar skulls.... Does she know she's caught me on her fishin' hook? What's she think of me, I'm sure I look dull. Why are her teary eyes so full, About to overflow. There were so many things I wanted to know.... before I took her to a dark room. But it happened And all I found in the picture that developed was gloom. I realized I was her first. And the best night of my life became my worst. because I took something from her she didn't want to give. But I just didn't know that she wouldn't want to live. Keep reading, this ends beautifully. beautifully like a sunset ends a day. But, you have to believe me when I say that's not nearly as beautifully As Sunset ends my hopes and dreams. How she ended her own life With pretty little pink pills. One....Two....Three gripped in her hand they found a picture of me. And now I know, Sunsets are all about Beautiful Endings. It's funny how memories work