Titles are Overrated

Part 193

You disappeared,

like the tears dried

by the bitter breeze

on my cheeks.

The world is wicked

for taking you -

for leaving an empty,

gaping hole

inside my chest.

It hurts to breathe,

it hurts that you don't

anymore.

There is nothing more

that I want

than to sit in a soft green field,

with the warm sun 

shining down on us.

We could stare at it

without our eyes burning,

and watch it sink

below the earth.

But we'd still be warm -

I'd never feel the cold

ever again

because I'd have you. 

You're my forever sunset. I wish you would rise.