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.