I can only assume the clouds put the sun to bed before he could rise.
However, they refused to cry.
I stood atop the tallest building on
my tippy toes for twelve days
Screaming his name,
Screaming for answers,
Screaming for something,
Yet the sky remained silent -
not even the thunder came.
So I climbed down and down and
down until
Earth touched the souls of
My feet
And my back
And my curls.
I balled my fists and closed my eyes
until rain fell only past my ears.
I opened my eyes and
Closed my eyes and
Opened my eyes and
Closed my eyes and
He was never seen again.
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