We walked down the street that day, towards the sunset. The sun sinking, slowly turning red and shimmering, the horizon changing from blue to purple and red as the light was pulled from the sky.
Her hand was in mine as we walked. We didn't speak at first, as the sun sank in front of us, but as it neared the end she broke the silence.
"I don't think I have ever seen anything so wonderful in my life," she said. I agreed to make her happy, but she knew better.
"How can you not see how amazing this," she asked turning away form the sunset to look me in the eyes.
"It's pretty, but it happens almost everyday," I said and turned back to look as the sun finally disappeared over the horizon.
"You’re not a poet," she said, letting go of my hand and turning to walk back.
"I'm just me," I said to her back, watching her walk away in the darkness.