You always said the sky looked best
Right when the sun began its rest
At 6:13, the light turns low
And everything begins to glow
Sunset at 6:13
Still paints the air where you have been
A time, a look, a whispered name
That stains the clouds in amber flame
I check the clock and hold my breath
That hour feels like something left
You timed your love like evening skies
Brief but bold, no last goodbyes
You’re every hue between the scene
Of sunset lost at 6:13