Tired eyes
Are captured by the setting sun
That is being slowly pushed away by the
Impatient moon.
This was our special
Time.
Time where obvious change was being
Presented;
Flaunted under our noses
Because we were forever stuck in an
Unreleasing rut of self doubt.
Until you discovered the
Courage
To step out;
Leaving me stranded in an empty
Desert
That still somehow managed to be filled
With my slowly wilting dreams.
It's funny
How my dreams are dying like flowers;
Exactly like the ones
Still sitting on my window pane
With a perfect view of that setting sun--
Our special Time.
