Imagining the instant that you wake,
The moment that you know what has occurred,
The first unsure and lonely breath you take
After the last of your goodbyes were slurred.
I know that when I feel the burning sun
Refracted through the glass above my bed,
And rise, and know the pleasant dream is done,
The fragments of my hope will then be dead.
They told me when I gave myself away
In passion, that my innocence would fly;
But something that I never heard them say
Was how belief in love could also die.
I cannot fight the dawning of the day,
For darkness, like your lover, fades away.
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Submission Name: Sonnet to The Next Day
