the sun goes on

 
the sunset sits
on my shoulder.
an old lifelong
friend on this
curious, often
dogged journey
through:

the aloneness of
love,

the crowning of
loss,

the slow steady
heartbeat of grief,

the grand achievement
of failure.

the opera plays on,
aria after aria until
the finale.

doll house world
crumbling,
but regrets grip
weakens,

life ends the way
life ends,

and the sun goes
on;
the only friend that
holds true.