Sunsets

At 8 years old, sunsets upset me
because they meant the end of the day
put away your toys
time for bed 
and I would cry and complain and beg
for just 5 more minutes
one more game 
a story instead 

At 15 I started to appreciate 
the hour of time before the sun went down
everything warm and golden and pretty
I wanted to be warn and golden and pretty
I liked how the light danced
and the shadows it cast
but I soon realised I was not like that light
and began to feel self pity

At 18 I stopped noticing sunsets
I got to school, it was dark
I left school, it was dark 
it started to all feel far too dark
but the sun still set 
even if I didn't watch it 
even if I didn't care 
it still left it's mark

Now, at 21 I have fallen in love
one again with the way the sun sets
I try to take note of it
and as the sky changes colour
I smile
I drink in the light and warmth 
and let it warm me from the inside out
so when I see the sun set 
it feels like everything is okay
even if only for a short while