Oh Sun I’m going to miss you

You’re down below the line and I didn’t even get to see you much today

Just a wink below the line and I can no longer see you

How I miss you when you’re gone

How I can’t stand you when you’re here

Too big, too bright, too on fire

Too much until you’re gone and then I’m left without you and what is that?

Winter, winter, nights. They come in so sneakingly.

Oh Sun we fucked up the weather

It is almost mid October and I didn’t need a coat today

Even the trees are confused and the only think showing me it is in fact Fall is

You’re not here in the evening to greet me

Oh how I’ll miss you Sun.

Into the arctic winter.

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