image ode to that one love

sunset

sometimes
amidst the day’s stillness
my mind wanders back to those times
those wonderful bittersweet times
when all that mattered
was you and me.
when days were long and dreary until I heard your voice
and nights were painful and dark as I waited for you to come home—
(if you ever did)
when I would grab at that thin thread of hope that at sundown
there was still us
(there were no promises at dawn)
and when holding you in my arms was the essence of my breathing
of my living, of my being
for that moment and that moment alone
you were
mine.

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