Opacarophile

sitting on a half-done seawall
I am with a painful sting again
reminiscing old picturesque—
peals of laughter that pinch my little heart
waves of touch lent on my skin
the floridness design of your soul
and poignant times I haven't said my ardor
I watched the effulgence sink
like how the sun descends for darkness in the evening
Ripples served as my hopes
but those weren't enough to bring you back to me, I know
I had cast you away
but amiss
'twas I left ashamed and alone..

sunsets are sorrows
yet I always come back hither
to have a glimpse,

perhaps of us