
Friday. There was sun.
You were warm on my lap.
In my arms.
By my side.
Overnight, the clouds rolled in and the wind blew hard.
The sun turned its head away.
Maybe forever.
You had so much life left in you.
So much light.
How did it go so fast?
Leaving me in darkness.
I let myself blink and you were gone.
If I could do it again, I’d never look away.
Not even for a moment.