When the day faded

and the stars came out,

I remembered the times

when you used to come over,

and we would play around.

As the moonlight weaves its way through my blinds,

I remember how you found me when I was lost.

I wished I could have done the same for you

but it was too late; not a day goes by

without me thinking about what could have happened if I did.

And whenever the crickets start chirping,

playing their eerie soundtrack as if the night was a horror movie,

I think about the comfort you gave me

when I was too scared to do anything.

And even though we were young then, I still get scared.

Now when the day breaks,

I think about how everything eventually ends.

And nothing lasts forever,

so the day goes on

until night comes again.