As I Stare Through the Glass Window

As i stare through my glass window, I see your face; sun-kissed, Your eyes match the sunrise that i admire so much. All is still. A silent breeze disturbs the movement, As the sun says goodbye for the day. Again I see your face, All is clear now, What I am looking at, A vast reflection of what i used to be. I was like the the sunrise, People couldn't wait until I was " Up in the sky," But now they treat me like the sunset, As beautiful as i am in the sky, They can't wait until i drift down (out of sight). Jonesy 2016 ©