You’re The Sun

There was no screaming crowd
No human chain
No police tape
No barricade
When you were taking a little more than you should

There are no politics
That transients could tag walls with
That could outweigh the benefits of the moment

It’s never an emergency until it is

You’re the Sun, you’ve got nothing to gain
I’m sorry it turned out that way
All the beautiful things you illuminate
While dying patiently

And you were never more true to anything
Than counting all the lights as thеy turned on for evening
And loving thеir indifference
Uncompromised and innocent