Eclipsed

I just remembered the sun 

will start setting later and later, 

Until the night splits right through the day. 

 

There are dried leaves scattered like confetti 

But when did they change from green to yellow and then yellow to brown? 

 

I guess it’s okay that we barely talk anymore 

Except I wish we did and 

I wish it didn’t split right through me. 

 

After this cold retreat into darkness 

I hope the bright sun will spill into my life again 

And maybe you will return too, 

My friend.