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We used to talk late at night.
You asked me why I ever did
And why I couldn't
You're like a sunset
I've always seen randomly.
You're the best part of
this atmosphere.
Time with you
is my golden hour.
With fluffy clouds as hair,
The orange sky like skin,
The brightness that keeps me
Attracted to you,
Making love you more.
Your winds,
The afternoon air
That speaks the language I love.
And here I am
Gazing at you.
You slowly, hastily vanish as I try
To picture you with every memory I have.
And every bit of light from you
I try to muster.
I'll wait not.
For sitting here would be an idiot
Listing down plans for greatness
When he's really just writing
The things he would never do.
I'm a coward of what happens when I take risks,
Of what humiliation,
And embarrassment await.
I was afraid things won't be like they used to
Without you.
I will not be contented
With just loving you
From pictures I didn't take.
Instead prepare myself
The next time I see you.
When I have the opportunity,
I'll follow you
And chase you.
And I won't stop.
Because you make me give out the best of me
I've felt this darkness, but
It's going to be worth it.
And I'm still hoping
For another spin.
If I can have more of you,
I won't waste a single moment.
and that I'll find you in the morning.
but for now...
Goodnight Hannah

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It was a bright February afternoon that day when I wrote this poem. Thinking about someone, I was gazing at the sun setting beside my right and started to write a poem with the nearest pen and tissue paper I had with me.