Romantic Poem: Between Sun and You

I still keep the photo of our hands
clasped tight, dusted gold by the lake—
your palm warm where it fits in mine,
like the sun let go of its last spark
just to paint our knuckles soft, not fierce.

You said you loved how I hum off-key
to every song the wind carries home,
and I thought how your laugh bends
the sky’s edge, turning pink into something
that doesn’t need a name.

Last night, I watched the sunset bleed
over the roofline, and I missed your shoulder
pressing mine, the way you’d say
“look” like I was still learning
to see the world through eyes that know you.
The light fades, but not the way you left—
it leaves a glow in every corner:
my coffee mug, the empty seat beside me,
a silence that tastes like your kiss,
sweet and slow, waiting for when
we can be again, between sun and you.

Haiku: Sunset

Orange bleeds the sky
Warm light lingers on stone walls
Day’s soft sigh arrives

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