Circles

5

This is going to sound absolutely clichè.
In every way possible.
But this was love.
And they were clichè.
Or else no one would notice.

As Phil silently slept alone,
Dan stared at his ceiling.
His mind wandering in a million different places.

He was questioning everything,
And couldn't sleep.
Though Phil hadn't slept so well in years.

He started to see clearer than ever,
That Phil was like the sun.

He brightens everything with his presence.
His personality was enlightening.
He was an angel in the sky.

He said to himself, "God, I'm so stupid."
And laughed at his thoughts.
But they only deepened from there.

He was like the moon.
He had his craters.
And he needed to sun to shine.
He was surrounded by stars but the closest one,
Was the sun.
His sun.
Phil.

Dan turned over.
And closed his eyes.
He could still see Phil.
It was just like looking at the sun.
Even when you look away it's still there.

He wondered why it took so long
For him to realize that...

Dan loved Phil.
Not the other way around.
And that's just how it was.
No.
That's how it still is.
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And I sat there
in the dark with only company from the moon.

Words slipping past my tongue and into space.

I ask her
about how jealous her and the stars must be,
because they don't shine nearly as bright as your eyes.

The stars blinked.

And the moon beamed a sorrowsome reply,

"I am envious of him. He is blessed. For he has his own light to shine. My beauty is a reflection. His is natural as the silver grass. Let it be said that I'm just a mirror, and he is a diamond."

And she kissed the sea goodnight somewhere far away.

Leaving me to my window,
and withered thoughts.