Not yet night
I linger in the dusk,
my favorite time of day.

When I see the night
smell the night, 
I think of you,

I wonder what, as I look into the sky - 
purple and orange,
you are doing.

I wonder who, at the this moment in time - 
is in your arms.
Wishing, no, aching, it was me 
you were holding.

Do you know how beautiful you are?
How sensual, how alive?

Please remember me somehow - 
because you, 
I will never forget.

-bobbi