Prose

The sun was the one star in the sky I kept, and you were my sun. And I found that every day I lived in fear of the night, and in the night I sat shivering. Where were the other twinkling lights of the evening? Kept away by the sun's fire. So alone I was all those nights, longing for the warmth I was given on the schedule of day and night. I never had a choice. I had no say. Only the sun decided when it rose and sat. But what if one could learn to live in an eternal night? What if you wish to be reunited in dark union? The void could be your Confessor.