I always say, when it comes to the sunset, it isn’t over until it’s over.
So I wait until long after the sun slips beneath the horizon.
Tonight, the sky was empty—no clouds to catch the last of the light—
and yet, I knew it was worth it.
Cold hands, warm heart: it wasn’t over, not yet.
I always say, when it comes to the sunset, it isn’t over until it’s over.
So I wait until long after the sun slips beneath the horizon.
Tonight, the sky was empty—no clouds to catch the last of the light—
and yet, I knew it was worth it.
Cold hands, warm heart: it wasn’t over, not yet.