At Eventide

i look up in the sky to see your essence just to find out i have lost you even though you were in a state of senescence you should've remained you, the pretty you i tend to find your invisible footprints just to tell you about my day a group of few acquaintances say behind my back "it makes her feel gay" your pen and artefacts lie lonely cause there's no you to fix the juxtaposition between these two why is there no you? i stare at the setting sun at eventide i say "where's the proof?" to the fact that you had a beautiful day you say "don't you worry my pretty toon"