Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 


Days turned into weeks
the way they do.
I didn't miss them,
but I felt the same way I do at the end of each day.
As the sun turns gold and sends shadows across my room.
A bit sad that there is ending, because no one likes an end,
but mixed with happiness
for the night that lies ahead.
And the fresh morning even farther,
before the sun, once more, sets.

Riley Welch