Watching the Sun Go Down
I have been here before
and I have given names
to everything I can touch.
I have held this world
in the palm of my hand,
feeling its tremulous heartbeat.
As the days go by I know
that one day all of this
will come to an end.
And you and I
will have no world left
to walk in hand in hand.
And we will have no river
washing all of our discarded days
far out to the sea.
No trees to shelter under
to hold each other close
kissing as the rain falls.
No soft grass left for us
to lie upon as the sky
revolves around us
No dreams left to tell
each other as we lie entwined
watching the sun go down.
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