Eric was the moon
A quiet sort of isolated personality.
Watching everybody on earth
From far far away.
He was always in space-
Just like the sun
Just like June.
June was bright and fiery
loud in the silence
But she too seemed to drift
It was a warm sunny day when we saw them meet
It got quiet almost as though we knew it was special
Even though it wasn't
But eventually all was forgotten
Months later, Eric asked her to dance
She was dressed in yellow,
Eric in grey
The kind of grey that made June wish she could say damn
The shade of yellow that made Eric stutter a bit
The kind of dance that pulled everyone in to see
To see
Because the sun and the moon seemed to compliment one another
The sun and the moon seemed to look at one another with stars in their eyes
And we could only wish for a sliver of moonlight
The night ended, and the sun rose
A smile pulling at her cheeks
Because this is what she'd been waiting for weeks
And they grew against one another
Seemingly fitted to the other
They had their fights and breaks
But remained friends through it all
So when June began to grow cold
And she gained a cough
Eric took her in
Soup and bread only
he had said
But a week went by
No change
If anything she only seemed to grow paler and weaker
So the doctor came in
But all was well-it was only the flu
So bedrest and soup it was
But the flu never seemed to go away
So they went to the hospital
Snow falling from the skies
Clumping in the grass and wetting the walks
June was smiling
June was laughing
June was happy
And Eric was trying to be for her at least
So he carried her in
Told the nurse everything
And retold the same story to the doctor
This was a different doctor
She smiled that smile
The smile doctors give when they're worried
When they question if it truly is the flu
Because she found those lumps
Those wiggly wriggly bumps sat upon her neck
And they waited
They waited for the results
Test after test
Even so
June smiled
And Eric began to crack
And June couldn't help but laugh
She brushed his tears away
Told him she was going to be okay
Either way- she didnt want to spend her days crying when they didn't know
When it might just be a silly scare
But the tests came back
And Eric could only stare blankly into the medics eyes
His shoulders slumped- followed by June's
And they spent the rest of the day together in space
Spinning round one another
In perfect silence
It doesn't really rain in space- not like the tears that seemed to come after a lull
Not like the burning ache in their throats
Their world was melting
As we're they
But june, she stood up and decided to try
Eric held her hand all the while
They sat together in the hospital
Hand in hand
Heart in heart
Looking out the window
Talking about kids they were sure to have
Talking about people they were sure to meet
Talking about days they were sure to live
Because the truth was
Those days might not have been coming
And Eric needed to pretend for a bit longer
The lumps receded
And the cough drew away
She'd be fine, everything was gonna be okay
And soon June's fire grew back
As did the lumps, but this time
They were black
Eric could remember stroking her hair
Eric could remember watching her skin pale once more
Eric could remember it all
And God forbid- he prayed and he wished
Fell to his knees and begged
But june knew
She only smiled further as the days passed
And made a list
Complied of four simple things
To do:
-laundry
-dishes
-call mom & dad
-nap with Eric
And she'd almost completed it all
But one remained unchecked
Because she never woke up from the nap
And Eric wilted
Like all the flowers they had ever shared
Like all the time they had wasted
Weeks and days
Sleepless nights passed
Seemingly as she had
And on the day of her funeral
The sun shone proud and bright
And the flowers sang
Sang lovely songs for a lovely girl
And eric mustered up a smile
Because he knew
She was with the moon now
And he, too would join her someday
And they would have their beautiful boy Charlie
And a girl just as lovely as June
And they'd meet all the people they never had the chance to together.
they'd dance each day
Breathing as though they knew it'd be their last breath
Yes, Eric would be alright
Eric would remember for sweet June.
And June would wait once more for the moon.