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I haven’t written poetry in forever.. which could mean I haven’t written good poetry at all in my life, or simply that I haven’t attempted poetic endeavors since sophomore year. Either way, today I was stuck with the strange urge to pen a few strophes (er.. what are these called in English?) to calm my frustrated mind. And here you are, a feeble attempt at poetry.

Of the Fading Sunset

I.

Rouged by the blush of a retreating sun,
Blemished only by clouds - as a veil - to shade her night’s repose,
The heavenly blanket drops.
The chorus of voices, speaking of sea demons and illusionists,
Of unrequited love and illustrious powers,
Fades to nothing. Glances out the window can’t prove
Whether you care for my concern.
Or not.

II.

You told me goodbye, granted me a heartfelt wish for personal enjoyment.
You whispered that you’d miss me, expressed frustrations at my departure.
You hoped that I would return, to consult with you once more.
Yet as I hesitatingly fingered the ninth digit on my decrepit old phone,
I could only picture you sitting amongst your friends - laughing and chuckling
At the foolish and wistful feelings
That I try to express.

III.

Fleeting daydreams. Haunters
Of a tiny beach house, lit only by candles.
Pressed fingers against mine;
Perfect. Matchless. Unique.
I’m through with waiting.
Good night.