Shared sunsets that brilliantly illuminate 
contours of the horizon with plateaus and spires
and low hanging puffs of clouds
and empty words of desire

Songs written about your love lost
an aching heart longing for closure
hope disappearing into deep valleys
shared for effect, but not inspired

Moments like these do not true love make
empty places where words could relate
lost opportunity for the one who wants
someone like me, instead of one who haunts