The patient evening

I am not sure
If the sunset remains the same
Coming back
To you
always triggered a train
Of rejuvenating thoughts
And conversation
Knowing how fragile were the moments
But we tried to ignore the facts
There was no point in losing patience
The end is not to be awaited
It comes anyway

Does it?

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