It was thick in the air

There was no more to say,

the silence was just all too rare,

at 6 o’clock in the evening on a Monday.

There was no yelling,

no stress, no loneliness, no debt,

it was my horse and I,time was only telling,

the pink, yellow blur, leading to the clouds, that right there was it my very own sunset.

So now when there is yelling,

stress, loneliness, and debt,

all I need to do,

is think of my very own sunset.