Saturday, September 12, 2015
The sun moves away looking at my hollow of the earth almost with a sideways glance as if trying to get out the door without being noticed, as if tiring of our conversation and eager to move on to other business, but not wanting to hurt my feelings. Its rays are more golden and appear warmer when in reality the kiss is a cooler farewell version of our ever evolving relationship. In reality its visits are shorter, the conversation simpler, and each parting in the evening more bittersweet. While glances thrown my way are far more romantic and golden, I know that its eye is ready to wander on and to have affairs with others. I do not own its passion and so I must let it go and wait patiently for its return in time.