5,500 Degrees Celcius

Sometimes at night you would call me and sing to me.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.

Now that you're gone, I've torn this song apart, trying to search for a hidden sign that I must have missed somewhere because surely you must have been trying to tell me something, but all that I can find are vague promises that I'm glad you never made because you certainly didn't keep them.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Now this cannot possibly be true because we need sunshine

to exist,

to live,

to grow,

to thrive,

and if I were your only sunshine, you would need my sustenance to survive. However, you don't need me anymore, which only leads me to believe that you are receiving your sunshine from somewhere else entirely.

I now reside in the dark because the star in the center of my solar system has gone missing.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

How am I to make you happy now? How am I to make you smile when I can no longer write you stories and pick up your broken pieces?

You'll never know dear, how much I love you.

Perhaps not,  but I can easily tell you just how much I love you. 1,989,100,000,000,000,000,000 billion kg and counting.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Oh, but darling, you've taken mine.