It finally came, this April morning,
Piercing the clouds, the sun was glowing,
Dew bent the grass and trees would arc,
While the breeze plucked trough it like a harp.
The air was crisp as I sliced through it in my path,
Forsaking all that would lead into a change of heart,
So while waiting I couldn’t choose a spot,
To try and stop my shivering,
Bones, and my heart was quivering,
With a stomach full of stones,
That was tightened with a knot.
It all happened so fast but I remember every second,
The bench on which I held you, you were so sleepy like a cat,
Do you remember, when we went back, how you dozed off on my lap?
But you left too soon and with my chance of me having her back.
It should be easy, little moon,
Because my little sun burned out,
Yet it still feeds on me with a spoon,
In a bowl swirling with doubt,
Only you know I held her hand,
Bathing in the rays of your spell,
Now I’m lost but I’m hoping in the end,
For stories that only she could tell,
To bury our hands and let your heart bloom.
And so, my little sun, just know that nothing sparks,
Until you’ll once again become my little moon.
