I Don’t Want to Know

What would it be to live without you?

At this point I don’t want to know.

My life was dark before I met you

And you were the brilliant sun.

Why would I even want to consider going without those sunny days,

though now they are few and far between.

Infusing me with warmth still to this day,

I live for those sunny days.

Dreadful though the following cloudy days may seem,

the momentary gleam is worth any darkness.

One day, perhaps the darkness won’t be so suffocating;

perhaps you won’t be the only ever-present sun.

Until then,

I don’t want to know.

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Hope this finds you well,

-L.