Our sunset is absolutely stunning.
But right before I can even get a glimpse of you,
you leave again to allow me to shine bright
even in the midst of the darkness that will surround me.
My night stars always me tell me many stories all of you
and your day clouds recite great tales of me.
I really couldn't ask for anything more.
what they do is take me on a grand ride
past our skies,
past our realms,
and into each other,
and all that we are.
what your clouds say of me
and what my stars say of you
are so very nice.
so based on everything they've said,
I expect you to be the Sun, the one responsible for all life
and you, darling, expect me to be the Moon, the one responsible for all waves.
oh.
that's very strange,
at least what those clouds said about me, I mean,
what--what will you do when you realize I’m such a rock?
I know certainly that I'm not responsible for anything.
In fact, I feel as though I am barely anything.
Oh, you won't be pleased with me.
I am nothing that they say!
and now...
I think...
well...
I have realized...
that maybe...
we are better off this way.
separated.
forever.
It’s almost sunrise.

I didn't account for this...
You see,
he is just a ball of burning gas,
and of course, of course
I would have loved him anyway