Sunsets

I want to see a sunset without thinking of you

a beautiful lavender-pink expanse unmarred by passing planes

unobscured by clouds that come without silver linings

I want to see the same sun rise together

a simple rotation that sets ablaze the dark hours

showing exactly what brightness emerges on the horizon

I want to see the moon and sun where you exist

together occupying the star-tangled sky

when days and nights do not mean restless separation

I want to see a moonrise regretless

capping off four years of denial, and counting

illuminating the eroding craters once shadowed

I want to see the earth reverse to October 

the glistening full moon reflecting somberly

in thrashing, bottomless tides held back

I want to see twinkling constellations, finally, spell meaning

fading, faraway dots connected for short-lived explanation

a blinding flash of unspoken words, shooting across the blackness