The Forgiveness of Sunsets



The Forgiveness of Sunsets

After rain all afternoon, clouds low
enough to graze distant hills, we couldn’t
believe our luck when the sun sliced
through gray just enough to brighten
the sky as day wound down into dark.

How I loved those long evenings
with you, walking through fields or woods,
even toward the end when all day could
have been bitter silence and cooling cups
of tea left next to half-eaten sandwiches,

even then we would take our evening walk,
rain or wind or sleet or shine and you
would hold my hand and in the dying light
our gray hair and wrinkles muted until
we looked young as the day we met.




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