we have been left behind
by the morning beams
the sun will never shine on us
ever again
the bird flying over us will not even see us and pass by flapping
this flipping life will not be ours anymore
the sunflower in the living room will be buried forever in ever depressing catatonia of not being able to move towards the sun
we will never catch it turn its head up towards the sky
we always knew that it was handcrafted anyway
but hope is the ladder that keeps everyone above
I bet you too knew that we would not last
when the two of us were drowning in a glittering and ever shinning shimmer of love