One Sunset

What if there was one sunset left?

I know, it’s a cliché of a question, but

What it there was one sunset left?

Would I have the courage to see the beauty,

To watch the final sun move inch by relentless inch,

Darkening, sinking, disappearing into an immovable horizon?

Could I bear to love that simple act of kindness,

That I’d seen ten thousand times before?

What if I knew for certain?