The Setting Sun

Prompt: What are you waiting for?

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