“Why does the sun set. Down below the horizon. It will be dark now that they are gone. Please don't leave. I want you to stay. I will be lonely. Now that your going away. In this room so dark and so cold. I think about what I was told. Just hang in there and it will get better. I wish I could talk to you. Just one last letter. One more phone call. You tell me to be myself but your gone and I am not me at all. So as the sunlight dies and the moonlight comes in. I'll be wishing that where the sun was I could have been.”
