Sunset

Did you know?

Did you really know?

That the last time

That you saw me

was the last time you saw me?

 

Did you know that

The last thing I saw

was your tail lights

glowing red through the dust cloud

in the shadows of the trees?

 

I can still hear

the gravel crunching

the gravel crunching

as they drove you away.

 

Did you know that

all I wanted was

one single

one single

one single last goodbye?

 

It was in the rainfall

where I looked at you

where I looked at you in the eyes

I saw the sins of the First Ones

I saw the sins of the First Ones

Did you know that?

did you know that

did you know that

the last sunset that you witnessed

would be the last sunset that you witnessed?

 

Did you know that I waited

in the twilight

for that last single goodbye?

Did the night sounds

bring the voices?

Bring the voices of the night sounds?

 

Did the night sounds

sing you into the Sleepy?

did you see me

waiting here while you slept?

Did you call me?

did you say my name in the darkness?

Did you say my name in the dark?

Did you know that I wanted

to see your face glow

in the light of the fire?

in the glow of the moonlight?

Under the canopy of starlight?

Did you know

soon there will be no more weeping?

There will be no night sounds?

There will be no need for sleeping?

There will be no shadows?

Did you know that?

Did you know that?

 

When you held me

the world was a safer place

you let go to soon

I had no anchor

I walked among the scattered

I walked among the children

afraid to say hello

 

I was waiting for my number

for my letter

that never came

I was waiting

it never should have happened

that solemn moment

never should have happened

did you know that?

 

In the dust clouds

and in the dark skies

those fruitless moments

never should have happened

never should have happened

where are you now?

Where were you delivered?

Do you know?

Do you know?

Chris

Christina Najera Spraker 1935 to 2020

 

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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