Twilight

The sky was changing colors. Changing from the light blue to a variety of oranges and yellows. Some pink appeared as the sun truly began to set. 

Watching the sunset didn’t make me as happy as it used to.

The moon started to rise.

He liked the moon. The moon and stars were his favorites. Opposites attract I guess. I liked the sunsets, he liked the moon. The moon is pretty but I didn’t see that till now. He was pretty but just like with the moon, I didn’t notice till now.

I noticed too late.

The sun was almost gone. He was completely gone.

The moon was slowly peeking out from the clouds it had hidden behind. The sun also hides but even when the clouds cover it, the light still shined. The moon still shined too but the light was dim. I missed his dim light.

I watched as the clouds moved apart slowly. More and more of the moon was revealed. It reminded me of when he would move his hair out of his eyes. The way his eyes seemed to shine when his smile was true.

I guess I cared more than I knew. Loved more than I should. The moon soon replaced the sun. The sky had changed from warm to cold. Just like how his weak small smile disappeared at the last second.

I wondered if he could see the moon and stars now.

I wondered if he still watched the night sky. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. I wondered if he still watched sunsets with me.

I wondered if that slight chill I felt was him. He was always cold, never going anywhere without that jacket of his. The jacket that now hung untouched in my closet.

I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the moon. The moon was brighter as it stopped hiding in the clouds. 

I enjoyed the night sky almost as much as I enjoyed sunsets now.

Maybe I liked it cause I liked him. Maybe I was clinging onto one of the last things I had of him.

I wish he would’ve found worth in living before everything went to shit. Was I not worth living for? That was a selfish thing to ask. I knew what he dealt with at home. I knew what life was like on this side of town. I knew how people treated him but he still had the others. 

He still had me, now I don’t have him .

I looked up at the moon, I couldn’t cry. I was supposed to be tuff. I tried to distract from what my mind was telling me. How it was my fault that he was gone.

I tried counting the stars. 

There were so many stars.

It was getting colder as the night slowly went on. I stayed on the porch, watching the sky. Occasionally a bat or owl would fly by, chasing a bug or mouse. I didn’t pay all that much attention to anything besides the stars, besides the moon. I tried to forget the fact I had teared up.

That wasn’t tuff. I had to be tuff now. I had to stay strong but everything reminded me of him.

I knew that the gang got worried when I would go quiet and just look at the sky. I hated that I was the reason that they worried. 

I focused on the moon again. I heard people tell stories of the man on the moon.

Maybe he was up there watching me. Maybe that slight chill next to me was him.

I still had him. At least bits and pieces.

If he was the man on the moon now, what was I? He used to say that I lit up his world. That I shined so bright when I smiled. I knew if I was a star, I’d still have him here with me.

The moon and stars were always together. They shined in tandem, lighting up the night sky in a soft glow.

I was not a star.

The night continued to pass, slow and cold. Stars shifted positions slightly, the moon was getting lower and lower. I didn’t want the moon to be gone. I didn’t want it to be gone.

I knew it would be back the next night but I didn’t want the moon to go and wait for it to reappear.

Warm light slowly invaded the night sky. Morning birds didn’t sing on this side of town. There was a moment, just a few moments where the moon could still be seen. Faded and faint but still there as the sun slowly appeared.

Both were in the sky. Both shining together in their light.

The sun and moon stayed together till the moon finally left. 

The moon and sun were always paired together but were only together for a few passing moments.

Seen as a pair that could never truly be together.

If he was the moon, I was the sun.

The sky was changing colors. Changing from the light blue to a variety of oranges and yellows. Some pink appeared as the sun truly began to set. 

Watching the sunset didn’t make me as happy as it used to.

The moon started to rise.

Johnny liked the moon. The moon and stars were his favorites. Opposites attract I guess. I liked the sunsets, he liked the moon. The moon is pretty but I didn’t see that till now. He was pretty but just like with the moon, I didn’t notice till now.

I noticed too late.

The sun was almost gone. He was completely gone.

The moon was slowly peeking out from the clouds it had hidden behind. The sun also hides but even when the clouds cover it, the light still shined. The moon still shined too but the light was dim. I missed his dim light.

I watched as the clouds moved apart slowly. More and more of the moon was revealed. It reminded me of when he would move his hair out of his eyes. The way his eyes seemed to shine when his smile was true.

I guess I cared more than I knew. Loved more than I should. The moon soon replaced the sun. The sky had changed from warm to cold. Just like how his weak small smile disappeared at the last second.

I wondered if he could see the moon and stars now.

I wondered if he still watched the night sky. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. I wondered if he still watched sunsets with me.

I wondered if that slight chill I felt was him. He was always cold, never going anywhere without that jacket of his. The jacket that now hung untouched in my closet.

I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the moon. The moon was brighter as it stopped hiding in the clouds. 

I enjoyed the night sky almost as much as I enjoyed sunsets now.

Maybe I liked it cause I liked him. Maybe I was clinging onto one of the last things I had of him.

I wish he would’ve found worth in living before everything went to shit. Was I not worth living for? That was a selfish thing to ask. I knew what he dealt with at home. I knew what life was like on this side of town. I knew how people treated him but he still had the others. 

He still had me, now I don’t have him .

I looked up at the moon, I couldn’t cry. I was supposed to be tuff. I tried to distract from what my mind was telling me. How it was my fault that he was gone.

I tried counting the stars. 

There were so many stars.

It was getting colder as the night slowly went on. I stayed on the porch, watching the sky. Occasionally a bat or owl would fly by, chasing a bug or mouse. I didn’t pay all that much attention to anything besides the stars, besides the moon. I tried to forget the fact I had teared up.

That wasn’t tuff. I had to be tuff now. I had to stay strong but everything reminded me of him.

I knew that the gang got worried when I would go quiet and just look at the sky. I hated that I was the reason that they worried. 

I focused on the moon again. I heard people tell stories of the man on the moon.

Maybe he was up there watching me. Maybe that slight chill next to me was him.

I still had him. At least bits and pieces.

If he was the man on the moon now, what was I? He used to say that I lit up his world. That I shined so bright when I smiled. I knew if I was a star, I’d still have him here with me.

The moon and stars were always together. They shined in tandem, lighting up the night sky in a soft glow.

I was not a star.

The night continued to pass, slow and cold. Stars shifted positions slightly, the moon was getting lower and lower. I didn’t want the moon to be gone. I didn’t want it to be gone.

I knew it would be back the next night but I didn’t want the moon to go and wait for it to reappear.

Warm light slowly invaded the night sky. Morning birds didn’t sing on this side of town. There was a moment, just a few moments where the moon could still be seen. Faded and faint but still there as the sun slowly appeared.

Both were in the sky. Both shining together in their light.

The sun and moon stayed together till the moon finally left. 

The moon and sun were always paired together but were only together for a few passing moments.

Seen as a pair that could never truly be together.

If he was the moon, I was the sun.

The sky was changing colors. Changing from the light blue to a variety of oranges and yellows. Some pink appeared as the sun truly began to set. 

Watching the sunset didn’t make me as happy as it used to.

The moon started to rise.

Johnny liked the moon. The moon and stars were his favorites. Opposites attract I guess. I liked the sunsets, he liked the moon. The moon is pretty but I didn’t see that till now. He was pretty but just like with the moon, I didn’t notice till now.

I noticed too late.

The sun was almost gone. He was completely gone.

The moon was slowly peeking out from the clouds it had hidden behind. The sun also hides but even when the clouds cover it, the light still shined. The moon still shined too but the light was dim. I missed his dim light.

I watched as the clouds moved apart slowly. More and more of the moon was revealed. It reminded me of when he would move his hair out of his eyes. The way his eyes seemed to shine when his smile was true.

I guess I cared more than I knew. Loved more than I should. The moon soon replaced the sun. The sky had changed from warm to cold. Just like how his weak small smile disappeared at the last second.

I wondered if he could see the moon and stars now.

I wondered if he still watched the night sky. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. I wondered if he still watched sunsets with me.

I wondered if that slight chill I felt was him. He was always cold, never going anywhere without that jacket of his. The jacket that now hung untouched in my closet.

I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the moon. The moon was brighter as it stopped hiding in the clouds. 

I enjoyed the night sky almost as much as I enjoyed sunsets now.

Maybe I liked it cause I liked him. Maybe I was clinging onto one of the last things I had of him.

I wish he would’ve found worth in living before everything went to shit. Was I not worth living for? That was a selfish thing to ask. I knew what he dealt with at home. I knew what life was like on this side of town. I knew how people treated him but he still had the others. 

He still had me, now I don’t have him .

I looked up at the moon, I couldn’t cry. I was supposed to be tuff. I tried to distract from what my mind was telling me. How it was my fault that he was gone.

I tried counting the stars. 

There were so many stars.

It was getting colder as the night slowly went on. I stayed on the porch, watching the sky. Occasionally a bat or owl would fly by, chasing a bug or mouse. I didn’t pay all that much attention to anything besides the stars, besides the moon. I tried to forget the fact I had teared up.

That wasn’t tuff. I had to be tuff now. I had to stay strong but everything reminded me of him.

I knew that the gang got worried when I would go quiet and just look at the sky. I hated that I was the reason that they worried. 

I focused on the moon again. I heard people tell stories of the man on the moon.

Maybe he was up there watching me. Maybe that slight chill next to me was him.

I still had him. At least bits and pieces.

If he was the man on the moon now, what was I? He used to say that I lit up his world. That I shined so bright when I smiled. I knew if I was a star, I’d still have him here with me.

The moon and stars were always together. They shined in tandem, lighting up the night sky in a soft glow.

I was not a star.

The night continued to pass, slow and cold. Stars shifted positions slightly, the moon was getting lower and lower. I didn’t want the moon to be gone. I didn’t want it to be gone.

I knew it would be back the next night but I didn’t want the moon to go and wait for it to reappear.

Warm light slowly invaded the night sky. Morning birds didn’t sing on this side of town. There was a moment, just a few moments where the moon could still be seen. Faded and faint but still there as the sun slowly appeared.

Both were in the sky. Both shining together in their light.

The sun and moon stayed together till the moon finally left. 

The moon and sun were always paired together but were only together for a few passing moments.

Seen as a pair that could never truly be together.

If he was the moon, I was the sun.