In the sad intensity of the setting sun
I stepped out.
The end of her garment came floating on the wind
and I thought it would spread over me like the night wind.
But she sat still, watching me go.
I would have saved the slightest move,
the hint of a remorse
if it had come from her
at that hour of the setting sun.
And I moved away from it all.
Step by step the distance grew
and now we are poles apart.
Image credit: Bong Ferrer.
I stepped out.
The end of her garment came floating on the wind
and I thought it would spread over me like the night wind.
But she sat still, watching me go.
I would have saved the slightest move,
the hint of a remorse
if it had come from her
at that hour of the setting sun.
And I moved away from it all.
Step by step the distance grew
and now we are poles apart.
Image credit: Bong Ferrer.
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