The Twilight Zone

Tomorrow, I’ll go chasing
the setting sun
and paint a corner of my mind
with the tinge of vermilion
replace the blues with solitude,
the melancholy with equanimity
And mourn, the death of desire

Today, the last day,
I’ll spend nursing
the desire on its deathbed
She was a great companion
till I grew tired
of her adultery
and my possessiveness

Today, the last day,
I will find some time and
I will touch all those wounds
again, and relive the pain
They have waited too long
for my healing touch
a consent to depart

Tomorrow when the sun sets
And the urban afterglow
Takes over the horizons
I’ll walk in search of
the perfect darkness
to start again