The sunset paints the sky in shades of gold,
As I lace up my boots, a story to be told.
The road stretches out like a memory near,
Each mile that I wander whispers you here.
Your laughter rings like a distant refrain,
But the echo’s just a ghost in this heartache's domain.
I chase down the twilight, but it races away,
With whiskey in hand, I’m lost in dismay.
The jukebox plays the song of my tears,
Each note like a shadow, reminding of years.
I tip back the bottle, let the warmth fill the void,
Trying to drown out the love that we destroyed.
In a bar on the corner where the outlaws convene,
I sip on your memory; it’s bitter yet sweet.
The boots I wear scuff the dreams that we shared,
Every step on this road feels heavy and bare.
Now the stars come out, but they lack your bright light,
I’m just drawing circles ‘round the pain of the night.
With each drop of whiskey, I’m toasting the loss,
Carving our names in the night’s weary gloss.
So here’s to the sunset, and the memories we weave,
To the heartache that lingers, and the love we believed.
I’ll wander these highways beneath the moon’s sigh,
Finding peace in the silence, as the world rolls by.
Tonight I'll remember the nights we both knew,
But I’ll wrap up this tale with a promise to you.
For the road may be endless, and the heartache so true,
I’ll keep moving forward, with a love that’s renewed.
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