Twilights

Fits of loneliness,
capture me entirely,
my heart sinks,
as the frail sun goes down.

I shatter to pieces,
as the diminishing light,
scatters on the horizon.

Then I remember the time,
when the the sun went down,
light scattered on the horizon,
heart leapt with joy.
I had fits of happiness,
those twilights when
we talked.