As the evening sun sets, I watch the shadow of the old tree
stretch out. Reminds me of how my thoughts of you never end. Turns out, I never
got used to you not being by my side anymore. As I walk back to the city, most
of the shops are closed, and all that’s left are the neon lights of pubs
flashing in the distance. In the tiny street where I stand, it rains all night.