The sun is coming up so big, bright, and bold. It feels like I could
just reach out and grab it and put it in my pocket for later.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to need it later.
I think he took his sun away for good. I tried to keep his sun shining.
I tried so hard to keep it lit. But no matter how feverishly
I stoked the fire, he kept me in the dark.
Somehow, I became so enthralled at maintaining his solar energy that
I didn’t notice my own sun going out. His beams glowed so vividly golden that
I forgot I needed the warmth of my own sun. I’m afraid
It’s going to take so long for my light source to heat up again.
Now it’s as if I’m stumbling around a dark house during a power outage.
I feel my way around, searching for the emergency flashlight and
hoping the batteries aren’t as dead as we are. I think he used it last, and
he never puts things back the way he found them. Good thing
I grabbed the sun this morning and put it in my pocket for later.