Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful,
You and I were beautiful too.

As turn the pages of memories with you,
I’m left with a warm feeling in my heart,
Of all those moments spent with you.
Those long conversations by the lake,
Those moments we had under the muted street light,
Those long walks by the beach,
All these I’ll never trade for any treasure in the world.

I find cracks in the pages as I read along,
Irreparable damage done,
I try to fix them with tape, but realize they run much deeper,
Like our wrangles, which we never sought to fix.
Looking eye to eye has become difficult for us,
For once we could talk for hours with our eyes,
Without uttering a single word.

As I read further along,
The pages turn blank, with blurred lines and spilled ink forming patterns,
This makes me realize,
Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful,
You and I were beautiful too.