Sitting on a bench
in the middle of the wood,
just off the walking path,
but it felt so
deep in the forest
our minds traveling
with such a fury
hopping across the glades
watching the sunset
through the trees,
the rows of wheat
changing color,
and our eyes
still looking for each other.
Watching sunsets
now sitting alone,
just me and my imagination
remember moments,
sweet memory
when I could hold you
in my arms all day
until spending the afternoon
watching sunsets
together.
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