dozing off into the late afternoon, merging 

into night—dusk hits with its brief golden light

peering through the slightly tainted window

a splash of color hits my wall, and

from my bed, with eyes half open

i follow the shadow that seems to fall.

the exchange from sun to moon

chasing away the orange hues,

crestfallen for a wasted afternoon,

i begin to remember you

and the moments we shared: lazing in bed

with talk of grand stories left unread;

it didn’t matter that the day was ending because

with you, time was suspending

but on this late afternoon, i continue to doze off

left only with recollections of words unsaid,

giving in to the night, heavy lids, losing sight

until i meet you soon again, in my dreams that lay ahead.