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ode to the sun

Summary:

Victor tried to move on past the death of his Poet friend, but he had never been able to open the letter he had been gifted. His reasoning for becoming a postman was to see the happiness people could gift each other - to wash away the grief he would feel when opening his first letter. And yet, he had promised himself, that this would be the first letter he read. He just didn't want to let go. He didn't know that he had been holding on to the Poet's last poem.

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Every day, the sun shines over me.
Reflected in your golden locks,
Was the indication of your future.
Bright and sparkling,
I fear I was blinded and yet,
Your eyes would always guide me.
The words you spoke
And the words you did not,
The distance between us became greater each day
As I was already aware of how we would end.
A token,
An offering,
For you to stay by my side
Or for me to stay by yours.
I wish for your words to reach me
Even if I cannot see your golden locks
Or kind smile.
Next to you is a space I cannot fill,
Nor do I wish to fill it.
My judgement,
Clouded and dark,
The acceptance that my time is over
Haunts my actions.
I do not expect you to forgive me,
But
I will wait for you,
As the Moon does for the Sun,
And yet
I hope our eclipse does not happen until you find your light.