Sunset sky.
Summer air.
Tinctured with the smell of rotting fallen leaves.
Lying supine.
Canopied by the shadows of the leafless gigantic mahogany trees.
Dying grass spreading out,
A mixture of light brown,
And Amber,
And green.
I close my eyes.
Your fading smile,
Flashes.
Crisp laughter.
Sweet angelic voice.
Chief.
I am almost over you.
Almost.
Or am I?
I love the humor of this poem😍