Love

Sunstruck

Sunsets were made for lovers,
yet I paved my footsteps on the sand
right where you left your hand.
In this villa without covers,
your smell lingers
yet your image bids farewell.

Twilights were made to rekindle old lovers
yet here we are, doomed with sorrow.
There is nothing here I could borrow
to cast away loneliness
and fill out emptiness.
I just found myself sun-gazing into our parallels.

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