Sunset

 Holding her hand warmed my chest 

And I smiled so wholeheartedly I knew what love was again. 

Her skin was soft and mine rough 

I was afraid but she nestled her fine long fingers deeper in my hand. 

I wanted to stop time and live forever in that moment. 

Romance, love, deep sighs at night and when she wasn’t looking. I heard her sigh and I felt a kindred deep and true. 

A thousand sunsets couldn’t color my life more than her hand in mine. “The clouds…” she said. “The clouds are what makes a sunset colorful” 

Did I speak my thoughts out loud?


“You are my clouds”. 

And you are my sun. 

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