the sun comes out at night, now.
the last dregs of summer are dying now like the embers of a discarded cigarette, but you welcome the winter. you have never feared the cold, but it hardly matters- you have all the warmth you need even as the heat of the summer starts to fade.
he sleeps well into the daytime where you are, so the sun stays suspended until he wakes. the world is quieter before then, like everyone is holding their breath for his return. maybe they are- you know you are. you waste the hours away, until you get to talk to him again.
it’s three a.m. now, and time bends towards him, like a flowers desperately striving for any sunlight that it can reach. you can breathe at night, and you know that you should be asleep but how are you supposed to go now? now that he’s there, and time has stopped for a while around you- the morning will come as it always does, rushing towards you, but each moment feels like forever. the ache of exhaustion settles in your bones, but you hardly feel a thing.
someday, it won’t be like this. you know that, you do, but someday feels like forever away now. you go to sleep alone, wake up reaching for someone who is thousands of miles away- you’d wait forever for him, but patience has never been one of your virtues and you miss him like a blind man misses the sun in his eyes.
you fall asleep holding your phone, and you wait for someday.
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