Prompt: What are you waiting for?
The Setting Sun
The Setting Sun
she knows it’s been
awhile now
since things changed
every day she can’t
help but think of
when they were
the same
if that’s
what you
would call it
her thinking, you
know, never ceases,
not a moment
will she forget
let
go
you’re gone
no
in one night,
a thousand suns set
and they disappear,
never to return
but even still
she has to hope
you’re the one
on the other end
of a forgetful call
there’s nothing lucid
about her dreams
dream
dreamer
dreaming
if you were there,
the one place you’re
not everywhere,
she might fall asleep a bit
sooner
while she walks under
the stars, who sing of a
warm night,
each shadow, tug
hallucination,
reality
reminds her that you’re
there,
not here
and sometimes she sits
at the piano
remembering the hopeful
melodies she played
for you
why else do you think
she would want
to learn a new
song?
she’s tired of
so many things,
carelessly tumbling
up the stairs
it’s not unlike her
to swear you
were there by
the window where
the sun always sits
a golden shaped space
escorts her to her room
as she waits for another
thousand suns to
set
and of all the stars
she’ll wish upon
that night, she hopes
one will be you
and prays things will be the same—
you here—
or that she’ll be there, too
