All I had was found in you

Callow was my feeble heart, one unable to look past the light bombarding your soul.

Quell this pain my nerves are circulating through my body.

Under no circumstance do I reprimand the sun for setting every day, for the moon is luminous in its own way.

I’ll think of our growing up like the orbit of the earth.

Even good things must find a final moment in time.

Save me a space in your memory, along with the order of the nine planets.

Can you stay, though, if only for a minute more? This isn’t

Easy. I will accept it reluctantly but without protest.

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