Sun

I have not a picture of you
But I see your image everyday
Hoping that for every sundown
draws closer to a sunrise

revealing not an image
but a definite being of you

And when that date comes
I’ll make my eyes wide open
Trying to record all of it
And when the unfortunate sundown occurs

I’ll slowly close my eyes
and wait for another sunrise

There was no promise made
Though your eyes spoke to me
I was given a feel of a return
It’s pretentious, but I will wait

No matter how long it takes
I will take it anyway

For when that day comes
I’d no longer open wide my eyes
Nor try to record everything
For even when the unfortunate sundown occurs

I’d gladly close my eyes
Knowing that when I open it
We’ll both witness the sunrise
I was telling you about