My heart is hurting,
The sun set tonight,
Its disconcerting,
The removal of the light,
Many moons have passed since feeling that warm,
Wanting to hold it like the last firefly in the pasture,
Before the evening thunderstorm,
Something that beautiful you cannot capture,
The long nights slowly kill the weeds,
Grateful that this won’t last,
But even the darkness has needs,
How bleak that it is in contrast,
With the twilight that supersedes,
Compared to the blazing colors she cast,
My crying heart, now it bleeds.
Heart Setting
Shaynanigans 