Wretched Spectator

I stop

while the sun sets, behind the peaks, across from me.

So much between us,

I can see you,

but I can only watch.

I stare, as you slowly fall,

you hide,

and I could reach out, but you are too far now.

our hearts are numb, my eyes are still

cold hands, wrapped around hot mugs,

and I,

like a wretched spectator,

stare,

as the sun sets on you

behind mountain peaks.

photo by me

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