Sunset Poem by Layla Norman

There's a figure in the sunset
walking away from me
and the more i stare
the less of him i see

I recognize his saunter
and the pace of his step
and i begin to realize
in my heart's depth...

The walk is my love's-
for other's it'd be too bold-
but he's only growing smaller
and i can feel my blood run cold

I can try to yell
but now he's too far away
walking with his back to me
into the fading day

As the last rays go out
and he disappears from sight
my heart swiftly breaks
and tears make my eyes grow bright.