Setting Sun

An honest poem about grief over losing someone. Life continues to go on and damage lingers while God mends it, but the comfort of the person's destructive presence is missed.

the sunsets are still beautiful without 

you

they still glow

without you

God paints

streams of water to douse the flames

that scratch the sky bloody

and i inhale

a freedom

i never knew i could have

and then i exhale

and realize

i am all 

alone