accustomed to your care, to your shelter
I haven't felt lightness like this in forever
perhaps your kindness shines over me only because my time is nearing
I feel my palms soften, from the heat and the sweat
I wish I could sleep
a soft and restful sleep
under your solace, an amicable sleep
I want to feel your light on my heart more
it feels good on my skin
I wonder what it'll feel like under it
I wonder if my soul would lighten and if I'd feel better
"are you the sun?" I ask you again
you look over and you smile mindlessly
"I am the moon," you tell me that
"then why do you glow?"
"because you won't let me sleep"
"I don't let you sleep?"
"you shine and you glow, you make my skin burn"
"I make your skin burn? i-i am so sorry..."
"you shouldn't be" "you can't change what you're meant to do"
"how was I meant to do this? how can I stop?"
"you shouldn't stop, sun"
"sun?"
"sun."
"I should stop"
"no."
"why not?"
"they need you"
"they?"
"you're more important than you sought to be" "I couldn't even imagine competing"
"..." "why do you speak with me then?"
"because my time is nearing, and so is yours" "I figured we could love before we go"
"love?"
"do you know what that means?"
"no."
"then lie here, and we can sleep"
"we have been cruel and ruthless, we haven't cared in a while"
"...we haven't loved in a while"
"yeah, I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry too"
"should we close our eyes?"
"alright"
"alright."
