Daze End

A cigarette was lit.

Beyond the horizon was a dying sun, pleading for more time.

Cedar trees surrounded my porch, extinguishing the view.

Drowning the light, I inhale the smoke.

Each breath I seize, relaxes my muscles.

Fatigued, I settle in my wicker seat.

Gawky, I fumble for glass beside me.

Hollow, but filled slowly with chilled liqueur that warms my esophagus.

Imaging a different scenario of the night's skyline is unachievable.

Jaw draining the liquid I pour, sip by sip.

Kissing my liver with anticipation.

Ligament by ligament, my surging bones extended past my seat, reclining further.

My recollection of the earlier afternoon floods through my brain.

Next door sits my neighbor.

Our acknowledgement of each other was expressed with a quick head nod.

Postage separating us like countries, yet close by proximity.

Quietly we took in the last in of the days sunlight.

Receiving our last serotonin of the hour.

Sanctifying what could be the last bright horizon we view. 

To us, the sun meant another day.

Unison, we took another sip.

Vying for time, we competed for purpose.

What we couldn't understand, stood before us.

Xerosis threatens our eyes to dry as our gaze aggrandize before us.

Yellow dips to purple and pick hues.

Zest envelopes our beings as we couple to gaze the end of our glorious day.