And we were happy
and things were good.
Like the sun was ever-shining

bright like your smile

warm like your embrace.
But the sun must set
And things that shine
can’t stay shining forever.
And the inevitable cold creeps in
as the sun goes down.
And I guess it was foolish of me
to expect things to stay the way they were:

happy, shining, warm, good
when I should have seen it all along.
You had your back turned to me the whole time
Leaving me only with your shadow
created by that sun.
I should have realized

things weren't good

and neither were you.