Poem: When the Sun Goes Down
Orange and purple
yellow and red
duskglow
the light
fades as
the seconds
and minutes pass
the fireflies
come out
to bid the day
farewell and
the
nightingale
sings
a dirge
to the
setting sun.
Poem: No Longer Needed
That sinking realization when you understand that they don't need you anymore They're outgrown you they can survive without you When it is so gradual that it sneaks up on you but the inevitable gut punch is that while you become aware they still act the same but their actions confirm it every hour or every day.
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