Dusk

The sky is grey.

Dusk has come, as it always does. And as they always do, my thoughts are drawn to you.

The stars rise above us both—the only things we share now: a sun, a sky, a set of stars. Gleaming, yet no match for the light I once saw in you. In your eyes, a spark of wonder.

For a moment, it feels as if your light shines through the stars to me, a memory of what once was.

I look to them. Grateful for that greater light that once shone in your eyes. Knowing it was I who turned from it.

And yet, drawn to you like the red in the sky to the horizon as the earth turns away. Drawn to you at the same time every day.

When dusk comes.

When the sky is grey.