Is a sunset the light escaping?

The sun dipped

below the horizon’s edge

at 8:51 pm

without a trace;

no red left to quietly fade

against the grey night sky.


I was waiting for the sunset,

bravely wrapped against mosquitoes

protected against the cold.


Without the warning

of a painted sky,

I missed the fading of the sun

into the night,

later realizing

that having no expectations

didn’t lessen the black hole

remaining once you were gone.

the median

the sun
dusts the horizon
pink, gold, lavender

a single star
lingers uncertain
whether to stay

the moon
below the horizon

taillights stay
firmly on the right side
of the road

I sleep
in the middle
of our queen sized bed