The sun rose for the very last time
it’s heat so close to the surface
Feeling the warm breeze and the trees swaying
Lips cracking as you heat up, mouth dry
Waiting for the clock to strike 12
Knowing this was the very last time
The moon rose for the very last time
Capturing our wandering gaze, directing us to the constellations
The tides outlandishly beating against the shore
A cold grittiness between my toes as I danced upon the cove
Finding the perfect place
Holding hands with those around us as we began walking towards the ocean
A cold breeze raising my arm hair
Thinking about yesterday and how tomorrow is supposed to come
But, it won’t…not yet
I squeeze both of my hands waiting for the cold darkness of the ocean to consume me
But, my death wouldn’t last long
My long hair tangled around my neck in hopes of seeing the light after the dark
The deep drop down lurking dangerously close
My steps become wearier but we keep a steady pace
Tomorrow is gone but today will never be forgotten as the day that
The sun rose for the very last time
