It gets dark early now, that proper dark that seeps into every crevice, there didn't use to be so many lights on in the apartments across the street, everything is different and when did that happen?
Did you land yet, did you arrive? Have you seen how dark the streets have gotten, how cold the wind? Did you forget to look, when summer was young? I have been waiting for fall since May. I have been waiting for death since my youth. Better dread arrive so one may have it out of the way; it's the wait that'll break a heart. Are you still on cloud nine, and is it brighter, there?
You should stay,
as long as you can.
I'll take the heartbreak,
so you don't have to.
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