so this is how it ends:
a slow, sweet burn.
you were always the sun to me,
you knew this.
you let me build a whole universe
around you and then one day,
you turned the lights out.
it is dark here now, the shape of you
still tattooed on the insides of my eyelids.
you promise me i will find someone
who shines brighter than you ever did but
right now, i can’t imagine feeling anything but blind.
— when the sun burns out by Auriel Haack