Zachód Słońca

Watching- this is how a heart breaks.
First, it crinkles, like aluminum, and
weeps. Then, all at once, with a
thunderous cry, it shatters across
the floor.

Watching- I’ll have to vacuum this floor
today, for I can’t bear to see the
stains of his tears seeping into the
happy white of my carpet, overlooking
such lovely trees.

Watching- through the window over a
beautiful dream- another ending,
another dawn stream into my windows.

Reconciling sunsets with sun dawns
is never easy.

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