Dusk Poem by Marie Joyce B. Negapatan

The radio echoes
a happy song
as darkness looms over
the afternoon glow
a palette of blazing colors
through the tinted window
watching a multitude of birds
flying back home
Tell me
Is this all over?
If I open my eyes
and the sun is gone
and I no longer feel the warmth
of your touch
Is this goodbye?
If we have to get off
the sliding doors
and walk separate directions
Is this so long?
If I let go
of this beautiful illusion
so I can kiss the truth
and think no more of you?