sunsets and poetry


the sun is setting through the trees
outside my bedroom window,
late afternoon light
caressing my cheeks,
its touch heavy
and soft,
like the way i remember your hand.
and when i close my eyes
to drink in sweet warmth,
i can see hues
and shadows, swimming
around something that looks a little bit like
your face.

i think perhaps
time stopped
in this moment,
hovering somewhere between a memory
and the start of something new. 

(photo by designforunity.com) 

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