Dark where there should be light, Pain and tears. Thinking of the memories, of what went right and what went wrong
The sun begins to resurrect, Apologies and resolutions. Thinking of the memories, Of what’s been done And what will be done.
The sun dies, obliviating everything, Confessions and acknowledgements. Thinking of the memories, Of what happened And what never will.
Maybe the sun shall be reborn
The only problem is that
Time isn’t really on the clock
Nor the sun In the sky