The sun didn't come up,
That's what you said to me,
as I awoke,
and watched the star itself,
creep through the windows.
You told me Helios' great treasure,
and not even the moon,
could seduce him out.
I was confused,
had you lost a sunrise?
You said yes,
and went back to sleep.
I walked away,
maybe to eat,
maybe to piss,
I don't remember.
I never noticed,
that empty look of yours,
following behind me.
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