Thank you

The sun is setting on a
Hot, hot day, the cloud

Covered western sky no

Longer orange, but a days end

Grey, and I feel awash with

Gratitude.

The sun may have buried

Itself behind the cloud,

But the light of our love

Radiates on, illumes what

We had, what we still have.

I had the chance to love,

Be loved by, a real woman

In her power and yet also

Startlingly imperfect, and I too.

We could breathe each other in,

Take our fill, see what might

Await. 

We didn't work out

This time, and maybe this is the

Only time, however it was

Glorious sa it shone across

Our life, and remains beautiful

As it sets. It remains perfect,

And for that I

Thank you.