Too-Short Story

It was a gorgeous sunset, lasting three months filled with radiating colors and sweet, soothing breezes. We sat together calmly and soaked in the dazzling gift, the God-rendered present to us, sharing time. And then night fell, dousing the bright hues and draping our picnic. We picked up our stuff and left different ways. The end.

Abandoned

Look ahead, in the distance...is that the what-if, the could've been? Hazy and shimmering, it dances on the edge of what is beyond our current line of vision. Notice the moon, full and swollen with wicked thoughts eeking onto the below. Did it cause the daze, the disconnect and confusion? Or did it shine brightly, finally revealing the muck surrounding? I watch the stars slide over the sky, by myself, alone tonight.

Light/Dark

Uncertain
I can't speak this
Because of your blocks
Won't say those things
That cause caustic runs
Along this timeline of us

Hesitate
We will...will we?
You guess I perceive
I infer your guess
We're a fucking mess
Don't forget to
Feed the fish
Before we disappear
With a light switch