Curtains close, last call, dwindling crowds,
A dipping sun at the end of the day takes count,
Number of hearts broken, smiles stolen, dreams frozen.
We settle scores, sometimes with paper, others, with ourselves.
As we flip through the pages of life,
Some chapters close, characters exit, doors shut.
They say it takes 7 years to replace every cell in your body,
As I stare into the mirror, I still find your fingertips on my skin, its faint impression,
A long sigh, trapped and lost when you bury your head and kiss the birthmark above my collarbone.
I take a part of you, of whatever remains in my heart,
Through cities, people, crowded trains, sun kissed seas, abandoned park benches.
Wondering if there can ever be an end to you, to what you mean, to who I am when I’m with you,
I’m here, still in search of my own sunset.