the horizon and I realize
it’s time to move away.
and so do memories;
revisiting this place means
Not only the things I wish I
could forget, but also
letting myself see the good.
I’m not sure which hurts worse-
never seeing beauty
or never forgetting it.
Never letting it wash over your soul and ease your tired mind or
lying awake every night
wishing that you could go back.
They say that everything comes in time
the longer you watch a sunset
the more its colors subtly blend and bend and mend themselves
from one seamless skyline to another.
Soon you can’t tell them apart from each other.
And we say
this large explosion of color is changed into something less-
less entrancing, more mess.
Something that takes more steps
to find the allure and cosmopolitan rest.
Why do we expect
big experiences to be the most gratifying?
as this sunset fades
from brilliance and fire
to the end of today
in deep hues of blue and small specks of light-
it’s bittersweet for old days to dim
but this time of night
has its own glory.