My Sun

The sun waited to slip below the horizon
Until I let him go.

I didn’t want to see him leave
But he promised
He would come back to me.
He paints me a new picture every evening,
Just before the moon comes
To see the ones she loves.

Every year,
We fall in love again;
For a few months,
He stays later than usual,
And I have trouble saying, “Goodnight,”
But I know it means
There will be bright smiles somewhere else.

He kisses my cheeks,
Bathing me in affection all throughout the day,
Leaving remnants of his love
Across my face
That will stay with me
Day and night
For all of my life.

And when the time comes,
With one sweet sigh,
The warmth slowly fading,
I have faith I will see his light on in the morning,
When he has come home to me.