You went away like the Sun Hope was seen glowing in the colors of dusk until she moved on And her colors became one. or is it none? If I’m here and your memory is too then we must still be together. We could try to resuscitate hope It would be worth it Even if its not there forever you and I know that better Hear me out: I could be the Moon to your light. I wish I could light up your (new) sky like you always did mine but that’s not the point and I can’t promise anyone a ray of sunshine but if you do shine your light like, really real bright and it somehow reaches me I could try to shine it on the sky that you loved and left behind hoping to reach every piece of unrequited harmony. It’s no sunshine but I could try to share the good I know from you. I could be the Moon to your light.