Linocut Moth

How can I part with this beautiful sky?

The glowing embers of a once passionate fire, pink foam caresses a periwinkle sea: the final glimpse at a life’s worth of daydreams.

A proud sun erupts, vermillion in its last attempt to scream Please, pay attention to me. Please? I only appreciated its angry words once they were the last.

I stretch out my trembling fingers and childishly clench the parting light’s rays, yanking them like tethers. But you can never pull away the loose string on a sweater.

I scour for that magic, head-turning, time-stopping, Hallmark movie, deus ex machina phrase. Uttering those words is not enough to say — Goodbye.

As vibrant paints melt off the aether’s canvas, I wonder if it will miss me the way I do.

When the last traces of its warmth part with my skin, I smile and say, The sunset was beautiful, wasn’t it?