He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understandThe sun lingered today, just long enough light the clouds up like spring as it waited near the horizon for me to notice but I was busy watching Lochlan paint. When I looked up into the sky it was so abrupt and beautiful I almost started to cry. I could only point to it and so he stopped, putting his brush down and he watched with me until it faded back behind the clouds and he pulled me into his arms and I watched the sun go to sleep over his shoulder, my arms locked around his neck.
I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real.'
You've been doing this since you were a little girl.
Maybe I just remember things a little better that you would.
Why, because you were older?
Yes, so I knew day changing to night freaked you out and I chalked it up to your overactive imagination.
I don't know, Peanut. Night is when the monsters come and maybe you knew that before the rest of us.