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.

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