i lay back and close my eyes. there you are as usual, ever behind the glassed screen of my eye lids. and i smile as i once again take in your distant features. there is no pain now, just the ebb of an ach which stands lonesome in an ocean of numbness. sometimes i crumble, weak from what nature has eroded, from us. like rain upon rock the cancer ate just as the rain washed. every day you fade a little and i cannot bare to lay my eyes upon photographs or possessions, for i fear they will burn into dust. But now i am just okay to lay here with you for a while. you were like my burning sun. but eventually even the brightest of suns burn out.
- always always R.
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This piece you have wrote "Even the Brightest of Suns Burn Out" is just breath taking , understanding and oh so true .
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