In the Evening

I sit into the late hours of the night

When the moon is high

And the stars are shining brighter than before

Sometimes I lay in the quiet space embracing each silent moment

When everyone in the house is asleep but I

Sometimes I think of things,

Like how flowers smell on a summer day,

Or how the waves lap onto the shore and hit one's toes

But sometimes I also think of you

And the things we’ll never get to do