TRAGIC Poem: Sunset Smile, by Micah Poor

You stand in the light
like it’s holding its breath—
that hour when everything
bleeds gold,
then lets go

We don’t talk about the sky
turning—
only that the stillness stirs
in our throats
and it’s growing hard
to tell warmth from afterglow.

You touch my hand
like it’s something you’re returning
Not all at once,
Not enough to notice
But the shadow your thumb leaves
is longer than it was yesterday

Later,
I’ll try to remember
the last thing you said
before the sun slept
But right now
your sunset smile
makes everything look like home

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