The Last Light

The sun slowly sinks behind the horizon,

crimson and gold—fading, just like me.

I sit on the edge, dangling my feet into nothingness,

watching the light abandon the sky.

The wind caresses my face with a chill,

as if it were already whispering its goodbye.

The shadows of the trees stretch longer and longer,

and I just sit here, waiting for the dark.

Perhaps this is the last one.

The last sunset I will ever witness.

The last moment of me being here,

breathing, feeling, remembering, loving you.

My life is much like the sun.

It sinks below the horizon, never to rise again.

I was here. You saw me. You read me.

My words stayed behind with you,

my thoughts became yours,

and you carried away the pieces of my heart.

I will vanish. I will be missed for a few days.

Then, you will forget.

It is only human nature.

The pain fades,

the memories wear thin,

and life goes on without me.

Yet here I sit, with tears in my eyes,

dangling my feet on the edge of the world,

watching you speak of me,

watching you remember me,

watching you slowly let me go,

until finally, I am forgotten.

But then—at the very edge of the horizon,

where the gold has almost swallowed the blue,

a faint, tiny star flickers to life.

The first. The smallest. The brightest.

And I remember:

the sun goes down, but the stars come up.

The light returns in another form.

Perhaps, so will I.

Perhaps in the words I left behind.

Perhaps in a smile you once received from me.

Perhaps in the very silence I taught you how to hear.

The sun goes down.

But the stars—the stars burn forever.

And maybe I will be there among them.

Not as bright as the sun,

but bright enough for you to find me,

if you ever look up at the night sky,

and think of me.

Only then will I let you go with a smile.

Because the sunset is not the end.

It is only a promise

that the light never truly dies.

It just takes another shape.

I sit on the edge, dangling my feet,

and I watch the stars.

And I know that though the sun is gone,

something of me remains here forever.

In you. In your words. In your heart.

And this is the hope

I carry into the dark,

wearing it like a blanket

to shield me through the night.

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