The sunrise is often blamed
For the crushing of fairy tales
For returning the dooming chasm
Fearfully known as “reality”
When that grimy light appears
The queens and kings retreat to their storybooks
The magical creatures return to their hobbit holes
As the party goers exit their fantasies
The lights blind them to their bliss
All of a sudden, nothing real ceases to exist
They bump shoulders with dread as they head home
There are some for whom the sunset
Is bittersweet, like seeing an old flame
At a coffee shop with their new fairytale,
Gently admiring what is just out of grasp
It may be that early morning work shift,
Which they were forced to transfer to,
Forcing them to leave the party early
So they fall asleep to daylight’s lullaby
But when that devious alarm goes off
It’s time to return to the coffee shop
A different form of the sun, within reach
Is always there to greet half-opened eyes
As we sit, facing each other over steam
I only think of how I’ve waited for this moment
How the sunrise, for so long, was only painful
How even now, I’m not sure if the fairy tales
Have left me just yet