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I sit here watching the sun make it's descent.
I see it rage against its ending with such passion.
The wispy clouds and fall leaves join in its futile battle,
as they vent their anger in hues of red and gold.
The haze of the day is forgotten, as the mist of the evening,
curls around everything, softening the approaching night.
As the waves lap quietly, a train screams by in the distance.
I wonder if he is on it, staring at the dusk of the day.
It has been so long, an eternity.
I'm sure he has forgotten,
my face, my touch, my laugh, my scent.
As the tide recedes so do my thoughts,
of my new lover and his warm touch.
When did it become this easy, to wish this world away.
And dream of him way back when he called me a friend.
I slip back in time to when I craved his touch and smile.
Would this be the time, he would ask to be mine?
I remember the unease that rolled like this sea,
whenever I felt him anywhere near me.
He was lost in his memories of another girl.
And he couldn't love me, not just then.
But now he is gone, and his life has moved on.
Yet I ache for the day when he comes back to stay.
Will he sit by the shore and remember me when,
I was young and in love, will he call out for me then?
