Watching the Sunset
Watching the sunset—
with our hands link together on the beach.
Purple ans pink light
ripple on the ocean
as if a possible future for us
from God.
Watching the sunset—
on our deck years later—
eating our fifty-year anniversary dinner.
Watching the sunset—
for the first time
without you
And I feel lost with without you.
Copyright © W. Thomas Markham | Year Posted 2016
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