The sunset

I was standing

and the sun rays

were caressing my face

forming that angle

that made sunlight

look so dreamy, elegant

when some million photons

land just at the right spot

on the eye lashes

suddenly it hit me

it hit me again that you

are no longer here, beside me

to see this beautiful scene

at that time

the very same light

which when used to merge 

with the color of your brown eyes

to make them look so wonderful

that all the galaxies are reflected in them

in the best possible manner

the same light seemed uncolored to me

the sun looked to be dim, faded

just like my days after you

and the sunset

was not that beautiful 

anymore.

-Things were beautiful