This may be the hardest stanza I have ever not wanted to write.

Though, if you are on the other side of this, as you read it, you may find yourself grinning with some devilish delight.

This, I have never wanted to admit to myself out of fright.

Saying this out loud, putting it down on paper, transmitting it to the world doesn’t, yet it does, seem right.

So many long days as I have seen the sun rise with all its hope, all its wonder, purpose, and all the romance left to chance. Now much like the number of minutes and seconds that pass with each of the hand’s movements on the clock, I have to say out loud I have to say it to myself, to all of my wishes, my heart’s deepest desire, those moments I have held my breath, begging for them to become reality. I have to let the sunlight fade away. This is my plight.

I have to let the rays of the sunlight, my love’s bright shine, sink into the dark. I have to, somehow, let this wistful dream end. I have to let our love tuck itself under the covers, instead of hiding, like a monster that creeps under my bed. I have to kiss our love on the cheek, on the forehead, and maybe, somehow, in some way, find a way to close my eyes, and wish our love a final, tearful, soul-crushing defeat. An end to it all, and end to the movie that keeps playing in my mind, in my heart and throughout my whole body.

I have to finally wish our love one final good night.

I don’t know if tomorrow morning will look so bright.

I wish I may.

I wish I might.

Find some way to be alright.