The sunset

Let’s talk about love.
It’s like the orange
in a tropical sunset—
you can’t blink,
because it will be gone forever.

If you do,
the sky turns dark blue,
and you’ll know
it was too late.

Love is the sun
hiding behind trees.
You see it all the time,
but it only shows
what it really is
when it’s about to die.

If you stay long enough,
you’ll miss
the shade that once
belonged to you.

Love is like that—
a sunset
that dies
again
every afternoon.

Will you love me
again
tomorrow night?