riley's painting
The sunset slips beneath the horizon,
and I think of you.
The colors spill like memories
warm, fleeting.
A reminder that you were here
that you still are
in every fading light.
It's strange,
how the sky can hold so much of you.
How the day lets go
and night settles in with your presence -
quiet, but unmistakable.
You taught me how to see
in the spaces between.
The moments that pass, unnoticed by most.
I find pieces of you,
shapes of your smile
shadows of your voice
and I feel you
in the silence of the evening sky.
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