Upon your bench I sit, glass of wine in hand, writing,
Sad, wishing, glad for having your love, for having such
Sunsets before me.
Ah, setting suns we'd both exclaimed the beauty. Colors now dim,
An owl hoots, cat purrs, a duck quacks and I am so tired,
The glass empty.
Time to take the go-go's in and rest.
Tonight I am overwhelmed
Over my head.
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