Me You Sun: One Sweet Afternoon

As I, fazed, pulled my head away from

the heat's smothering embrace, I saw her face -- ever incandescent,

ripe of sweetness, of beauty -- shimmering beneath the golden dome of sky.

It was all too much for a man like me

to take. I am but a fool, I say, and,

just like that, the perfect shine was gone.

So I, painfully, composed myself back to

normalcy, to the reality of what we both will never be. 

No amount of love, of tears, of wishful thinking, will

bring the sun back to me, and my memory will

one day falter, and so, bearing an unbearably high quantity of sorrow,
will the image of her face.