Sad Sunset Poem by Edwina Reizer

When I see a sunset, I picture it with you
watching that big old sun
disappear from view.
And when the dark of night descends
it's all that I can do
to keep my hopes up high
is hope you are looking at the sky
and picturing me there too.

For all these things beautiful to see
don't mean anything to me.
For the beauty of a nighttime sky
with all the stars shining bright
can't make me happy unless I can be
seeing it along with you
right there in my sight.

So when that sun starts to settle down
my mind plays games with me.
I can't quite compete with this mind of mine.
It's like the banker in monopoly.
It tells me and sells me things I don't need
like a game of do or die.
And the only way to win this game I'm in
is to never look at the sky.