Empty Sunsets Full of Light

As sunlight dims and softly slips away
The pink horizon only glows.
The warmth? An illusion
As with all days,
Night falls
Hope calls
A complex maze
Without a solution
My sad heart faces what it knows:
The end of yet another lonely day

Hope

It lays
Upon a ledge
Deep in a closet down the hall.

I (almost) wish that it will fall.
But on the edge
It stays

Yet still,
When friends arrive.
I drag it out to its display.

So when they leave, they'll turn and say
"He might survive"
I will.