If I tell it as,

They sent the sun,

For seven full days, blue skies.

A parting gift to cheer me up,

Make me smile,

To let me know they were always to be there.

Let it be.

If I tell it as,

The waning moon,

In seven days, never left my sight,

Not once, but instead,

Paled and traveled across the day.

Never leaving me. Just like they said.

Let it be.

And if I tell it as,

Before they left,

I made them hear, “Come back for me.”

And promise they did. So that I could sleep.

The rest o’my days. And live

Because they touched my heart.

Let it be so.

© 2023 Juliette Proffitt

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