I see a sunset and there you are standing right beside me enjoying the view.
But so far, only in my mind, and maybe yours?
The breeze blows softly and kisses my cheek.
I touch it, and smile, knowing you were thinking of kissing me there.
It ruffles my hair and I feel your fingers caress my locks.
It is then I know. You are my sunset. The blues, oranges, golds, reds, and the warmth are all you.