Memories of Daylight

Every wretched day moving by

Served to never let him forget,

As the passage from dawn to dusk

Acted out his tragic tale:

The sun-rise, full of promise

Breaking the silence, giving hope,

Just the same as she had done.

Now the morn turning to noon,

The sun like her love intensifying

Burning him, and his, mercilessly.

Then the daylight slowly fading

Until, while yet still present,

For all practicality no more.

And as dark as it was before,

Like it was after she was gone;

But worse off he was for it

Because as he shivers through the night

The memories of daylight, like her perfume

Haunt his melanomic, sun-burnt soul.

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