Sunset in a bench

So much for a beautiful sight,
perfect.
Waiting for another even better.
Long shadows casted by people not knowing,
not caring for the beauty of the moment.

Writing letters, feelings, poetry.
The sun is in my face,
blinded but eyes fixed.
Waiting, longing for a brighter sight.

Bittersweet agony, anxious.
Enjoy it.

The sun is going down.
People keep walking
still not caring for the sun in their backs.
I don't want the sun to hide,
I want it to stay with me
so I can share it.

Still not coming.
The shadows are gone.
People still walking.

Goodbye sun, goodbye shadows, goodbye...
It was just perfect again. Everything was set up right.
And once again, the moment is past.
There's still hope. Just a fool's hope.
And I remain a fool.