Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright.
We’ll just wait until the next morning comes.
Until then, we’ll lie down in bed, close our eyes, and welcome the moon.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
Comments
I really feel this right now... No one wants to have to say goodbye to the sun on a cold winter day. You're right, I guess: All we can do is welcome the moon.
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