#27. Burned By The Sun

I remember that day in the park,
a blazing white-hot sun propped

against the infinite horizon.

I called out as you passed by

but you didn't hear, so I called again.

(stop a while, my love,

I've been waiting a lifetime).

You turned and followed me 

to the very depths of my being.

I still remember your eyes, 

hazel they were, flecked with gold.

I gave you my heart

but you betrayed me.

That was the beginning, 

and the end, of it all.