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Sun Catcher

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Content Warning: Grief, Loss

Poem by Alexander Fosnaugh


If you're lucky,

You'll wake up at 6:53

Half confused, still tired with gunky eyes

You said hi to him in your dream

Made sure to hold him tight

You dreamt of the things you wish you did

Regret swirls in your gut when you realize it wasn't real


You'll stay awake for a while

And at 7:15, you'll wish you were asleep

Wish you had the energy for the day ahead

You know seeing your family will be hard

You love them, but it's not the same anymore

You need to see them today, if only for their sake


At 7:37

You'll finally decide you should sleep

After you write for a while

Maybe more time dreaming is what you need

It's not real but he is in your dreams

The love you feel in his arms is real


At 7:42 you notice something new,

The sun is pouring through the window

Catching on the fabric of the curtains

Making them glow like a halo

Illuminating the walls with yellow bright as a smile

The sun is painting the ceiling with broad brushstrokes,

hoping you catch a glimpse


At 7:45 you'll marvel at its beauty

You'll remember your fondest memories

Some, you can't make anymore

Find a reason to stay awake

Even if it's only to look a little while

It's the most full your heart has been for days


At 7:56 it won't be as bright

The yellow still illuminates the room

You know it'll end soon

So watch and note the time


At 7:58 It'll nearly be gone

It's moments away from passing on

It only has a short amount of time on this planet


At 7:59 It'll only faintly be there

Fading before your eyes

The once glowing curtains hold a fraction of color they used to

You know it'll be over soon

You wish it wasn't


At 8:00 it's all back to bland

Why did it leave?

The most beautiful things end the quickest


At 8:03 you'll wonder if he's looking down

Hoping you saw the sun today

Wishing you had more time

Every minute that passes is a new adventure

But you know he still had plenty of adventures left

Plenty of people left to love

He was ripped away unjustly


At 8:18 you finish writing

Then you go back to sleep

Hoping to see him again


A few days later, at 7:50

You see the sun again,

He's waving from the other room

You smile, because it's all you can do

And you hope he knows,

He's always welcome to stay awhile.

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