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I standing here by my car
With tear streaked face
Watching the sunset
Wondering what went wrong
The day you left
The arguments we had
I can’t remember now
What they were about
Wishing I had another chance
To say the right things
Baby I’m standing here
Watching the sunset all alone
Wishing you would come back home
Baby I’m standing here crying my eyes out
Here on the beach, where we first meet
Wishing you were here with me
If I could boxed this sunset
Sending it by fed ex
Right to your door
Hoping you’d remember the good times
When we watched it together
I write this letter to you
With the smell of Victoria Secret
And a picture of us building night castles
Hoping you’d remember the walks
Getting our feet wet as the sunset finally sets
Baby I’m standing here
Watching the sunset all alone
Wishing you would come back home
Baby I’m standing here crying my eyes out
Here on the beach, where we first meet
Wishing you were here with me
rings of loneliness
melancholy, and loss. Left alone to watch the beauty of a sunset seems a tragedy.
Editing note: “You was” should be “You were” Just little errors that can trip up a reader and distract them from the flow of the poem.
~ Ronda