"dusk" by lynn paden

it was a long shot
i knew this
from the very beginning

i felt
like it was too perfect
too real

too precious

to last
for very long

and yet
as i see
the sun going down
across the sky

i know

i don’t want
to be
in the darkness
again

i just can’t bear
to live
in the cold night
again

(enough)

more lynn paden poems at words that tear and strain