You took the sun with you when you left.

Now when I wake up in the mornings, the sun doesn't shine through my window.

Now, its beams don't penetrate the strands of your hair, turning them into honey.

Now, I can't feel the warmth of the suns rays on the surface of your skin.

I can't see it's golden glow reflected in your eyes, or lay beside you in the grass, bathing in its light.

There's no sun in the sky when I look up.

Only the icy rays of moonlight.

Everyday has been overcast since you were taken from me.

I think I need to make peace with the moonlight.

-Brianna Cecille Blades