Sundown

It happens every evening as the sun starts to sink on the horizon, making the sky glow a soft yellow gold. It never seems to matter what I've been doing before that time, but as the day fades into night the sadness sets in. And I cry.

Of course crying is not relegated to the night time; would that it were. But something about the setting sun and the end of another day without you by my side makes it impossible for me to stay composed. There's no trigger. There's no suddenly sad thought. I just cry. And I miss you