You told me you’d meet me at 3.
I was here at 2:45.
I was so used to being late,
that he took advantage of that
to leave me all alone
crying, and bleeding and clawing my way through life.
It is 2:46, and you come strolling in.
As soon as you spot me, you smile.
You smile so brightly that the sun
seems dull in comparison.
And me heart beats faster and faster
and my face glows a little.
I smile back, hoping I’m just as radiant as you are.
When you reach me,
you hold me tight.
I am unable to.
This amount of love is overwhelming.
You release me, hold me face,
and look into my eyes for so long,
that I resolve to start a new life.
Sunny is glaring at me, for I said, “The Sun seems dull in comparison.”
One day, it will true. Get used to it, Sunny.