sundown

the soft creak
of the leather chair
the hollow tick
of the clock that mocks
the repeating chirp
of the microwave
half cooked dinner
getting cold
as the sun drips down
behind garish windows
settling in silence
behind the trees
selfishly i longed
broken pride
kept me from asking

sunset

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