sunset reflects in your pupils
your hair ruffled by the wind
in that adorable way that my mind starts to wonder
how could I ever deserve such a treasure
that is your soul
my hand is close to yours
tension lingering in the air
we almost touch, almost hug, almost kiss
with you, it's always almost
because it's not a feeling I can share with the world
it's not something that's acceptable
it's the pleasure I feel guilty for receiving, yet it intoxicates me and it's all I've been missing
but you can never be mine,
and you'll never call me yours
we would sit here and watch the sunset together, thinking of what could've been if it all had been different
and wonder why it feels so good if it's wrong
YOU ARE READING
Gloaming
Poetryinspired by all the emotions we feel in the gloaming: love, sadness, melancholy, longing, and everything in between
