xxxiii.

dear sunlet. oh, my dear, earthly sunlet. this one is about you. this one is about that august evening we spent at that local fair. this one is about those pastel coloured swing sets. the smell of popcorn and caramel. the sound of the old carousel turning.

the sun had begun to change its colours. your sun. you called it your sun. i loved the sun just as much as you did but I let you call it your sun. i called you my sunlet instead.

we were ready to ride the ferris wheel when your sun finally set. the giant wheel lit up with laser lights. your brown hair lit up like gemstones. we spun. as we reached the top, you stretched your hands out to the sky like a child running to its mother after a long day. as we began descending, you cried out in amusement as the height tickled your stomach and i laughed because i had never heard anything more melodious than that voice of yours blended with the humming of wind.

the air in my hair. the butterflies in my stomach. the world beneath our entangled feet. and a sunlet in the body of a human beside me. if there was a paradise, i was there. we spun. round and round. and the world of chemical lights burnt around us.

fifteen minutes after the ride, we were still spinning and running around wild. we were still floating in the air. we were still balancing our unsteady bodies on tiptoes on the edges of worn out benches. our brains drunk on the euphoria of childish pleasures. we were laughing. moving. laughing. moving. circles. circles. hand in hand. one behind the other until we were nothing but speeding silhouettes of stray creatures lost in an unknown world. nothing could harm us. nothing could bring us down.

and i finally stopped. to tell you that i missed the sun already. but it was your sun. it would not have come back up if i had called. just then you put your hand into the back pocket of your jeans. then you brought your folded fist to your lips and blew the invisible contents over my face. I threw my head back pretending that the contents were powdered sunshine. then i took your hand and licked your fingers for the leftover grains of your sun. they tasted a bit of cotton candy and metal dust but nothing could beat its basic flavour of pure luscious sunshine. your face glowed like your sun, so brightly, i raised my eyes but had to look away.

this one is to remind me of that day i last tasted your sunshine. this one is to tell you that since that evening at the fair, i fill my pockets with chalk dust from the back of my drawers and blow it around every little kid pretending that i am blowing your sunshine on your little sunlets.

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thank you jimrileyenlight for the suggestion.