Sunset at Wickaninnish

As I sat on a log,

those years ago,

wondering if you loved me,

pink clouds,

puffy and portentous,

crept across 

my evening sky.

I thought this must be what

the floor of heaven 

looks like.

And now you are on

the other side

of those clouds.

You did love me,

just not in the way

I hoped for.

We stalked sunsets together,

shared songs and laughter,

supported each other

for 38 years.

A friendship like that

never knows

a sunset.

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Sunset. I live in the land of beautiful sunsets!