Afternoon Rays

Afternoon rays, 

You flee the tree rift 

And come to me for a few blinks. 

A little while ago 

The story with my memories went up, 

You come and sit there.

I wanted to tell him one thing, 

Which is not the end of the story.

But he likes to be the last.

Afternoon rays,

You too will run out soon.

Let me just tell you this, 

If someone truly loves somebody, 

Can they ever flee?

[It is the poem of a complicated man, suffering from hesitance, and reciting his mind with the almost fading sunlight]