Sunset

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