You Are Like a Twilight That I Can Never Have
Evaporating into the sky, it ripples not because of the wind, but because of the memory of a light that doesn't last.
Dusk comes every day, then leaves with the grace of a guest who never intended to stay.
The sea tries to embrace it, to capture its shimmer on the skin of the crashing waves, but always fails.
Dusk is too far away to grasp, too beautiful to possess. Then night falls, and the sea is silent again, hiding the sorrow within, which even the sky cannot fathom.
And that's how love is, silently, over and over again, even though he knows the dusk never misses him.
Greetings always compact.
By @midiagam