Aging Through Sunsets Poem by Rebecca Bouchard

It was a warm evening.
The summer breeze
caressed my blooming cheeks,
permanently dented by dimples.
We drove to the pace of
a sentimental swing and
everything was simple.

But as I watched the
ashen skies push the
light beyond the white peaks
of the distant mountain range,
my eyes were opened to realities
I was not prepared to face.
And everything that once had its place
was left floating
on a path of
broken faith.

The next sunset
and all that followed,
shone on the shadows
beneath my eyes,
and on my cheeks
that smoothened
day by day.