Against the sweet colors of the setting sun
the clouds started to fade when there existence had just begun
and when I wanted to shut my curtains down, well there he was.
His face had wrinkles now, his hair was white but still I knew he came for me, and I was right.
We drank all night
not many words were shared
under the cover
and when the clouds came back again, and sunlight shone again, he went.
I may never see him back again, never hear his voice still I know
he is my friend
more so than he was my lover
I wrote and published this poem on Growing Bolder on 22 August 2010, and also on Open Salon.
Also entered on Helium 4 Nov. 2010 and Thursday Poets Rally week 32