Occasus

She lays a hand on my

shoulder. "Ain't the sky beautiful tonight?"

I don't respond. Sure, the pink

and blue, almost melancholy sunset

is indeed beautiful. But

I shrug the hand off. A few more minutes of

silence. Until finally the

tension on my heart is a child's hands on a

caterpillar, squeezing it until

it bursts. I rise. Now,

she doesn't say a word. I walk away,

excruciatingly slow, as if attempting to spare

the grass the weight of my bare, callused feet, and

me besides. Finally, I look back over

my shoulder. She is gone.

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Wrote this a few months ago for English, it's okay.  The title means 'sunset' in Latin (I like Latin a lot), but I don't know where my dictionary is, so I looked it up online.  Therefore there is an approximately 70% chance it is wrong, so if it is, just tell me.

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