En Passant

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!
he screamed at the setting sun
thinking of the girl he had left behind

Night coming
faded the blue from her eyes
into the infinite sparkling black of her hair
in which he had become lost
until the dawn drifted upon him
when the sun rose like a sensuous blonde from his bed

And the night faded away
becoming a distant memory
on which he once pondered as an old man
trying to recall
her name.