Evening Sky

The warmth of colour flew to the sky
Their shadows contrasted
Their hopes were growing so high
Youthful love gliding, hands tangled

Lusting eyes he had
Love lit eyes she thought he owned
The conclusion was much more than bad
It was worse, the worst

His tales laced her ears like a sweet melody...
Still, an enchanting memory
Waltzing away in her mind
It never tires of presenting with grace

So to her distaste...
It continues
His voice haunting
Daunting…

In her mind