He was just a boy before I loved him.
He was the pastel sky on a twilight,
A scene to catch after the hustle and bustle.
He was the glitter in the gloom, the hope in the doom.

I was just a girl before I loved him.
I was the autumn leaf  slowly falling,
The dullness on a November breeze.
I was dressed in grief, a disaster yet to happen.

His warmth came to me comfortingly like embers on a chilly night.
Until I was wrapped in his arms.
His sweet words caressed my skin,
Tingled every inch.

We were just what we were before it happened.
He told me I’m the mountain.
When the sun’s about to rise and the moment it’s about to set,
My features are accented.

Now, we are not what we were before because we are more.
I have come to realize he is the sun,
The light that made me see who I really am.
I’d love to be the mountain where the sun goes behind.

let me remember
to forget you just
for a little while

like how one forgets
the sun, the moon, all the stars
and the pain tonight