Each day i sit out in the sun and eat my breakfast
Soft streams of light shining down
I ask myself, will i do this forever?
Will the sun always be here to comfort me?
And then i think, and i finish eating, and i get up and forget
But what will happen when the sun is gone
When you are gone
Who will be the sun if not you?
Who will i spend my time in the morning thinking about, wanting so so much with you, yet not knowing when i will be left cold and dark without the sun
Who will be the sun when you leave
I dont think i want another
June 25 2024
