Daylight is sun and hay,
like the sight of you chuckling at a lame joke ; You.
Night is dull and grey,
like the last few walks to our favorite place ; Me.
Daylights are the calls that ended until,
but without ‘goodnights’ ; Peace.
Nights are the cold byes and brief beep that followed ; Chaos.
Daylight I listen to you talking about her ; Mesmerized.
Nights I let our memories fill for the gaps,
that will never bridge ; Insomniac.
Daylights on the mention of her name,
your eyes glisten like the waters at the lake ; Alive.
Nights I drown in the pool of my own thoughts ; Numb.
Daylight ponders how beautifully you two,
fill for the imperfect bits in each other ; Adore.
Night questions if I’ll ever be in a state to appreciate that beauty again ; Abhore.
Daylight love is your voice softening talking about her ; Whisper.
Night love is the distant siren where my feelings crash ; Scream.
Daylight I miss what we have been ; Still intact.
Nights I wonder what all we could be; Broken.
Daylight is craving for a chance meeting ; Cool summer breeze.
Night is the same meeting gone awkward ; Winter chill.
Daylight the world exchange smiles with the carefree girl ;
Trying to stay up.
Night my own demons sit back and mock at my soul ; Devastated.
And days keep passing, that once were just melting snowflakes because in your arms.. Yes, life goes on.