My Heaven On Earth

Sunset. Sunrise. Both so beautiful and similar. Yet so different with different meanings. With the sun rising is my hopes rising that we’ll see each other once again. Me getting to hold you one last time, talking to you for the last time, seeing you smile once more, getting to hear you laugh at my really bad jokes. But once the sun sets my hopes go down knowing that I can never physically hear, see, touch, or even smell your favorite cologne anymore. I will always miss you like crazy, some nights I cry at the thought of you leaving me again. You were once my heaven on Earth and now I am stuck on Earth realizing that it’s almost my time to go back to my heaven.