Horizon Line

I check my watch again. It's been three days since we lost comms, and the dust here tastes like ash and regret.
But I don't mind it anymore. Not when the sun hits my cheek just right, warm enough to make me forget the cold bite of this place, almost like your touch used to on my neck when you were quiet in bed.
I stand guard over this empty ridge, legs heavy in these boots that weigh as much as secrets. They make me feel alive, useful. But right now, all I want is a soft bed and a coffee cup that isn't black as night.
You said you'd meet me at the horizon where the light turns gold. The sun is almost down again. It's going to be cold tonight out here, so don't keep me waiting for long. My hands are shaking just thinking about holding yours.

Editor: Dusk Till Dawn