The time of day that I have miss are the ones where we rest.
The days where we let the sky tell us time.
We would sit on the swing and not say a word.
Everything that needs to be spoken is said in the quietness as the sun rises.
The fights would end as we sit.
Nights come and fade, but the daybreak is what gave us dreams.
Dreams that we were living became nightmares from our past.
Thinking about the time when we met to times when we were apart.
When we count the days the sun would rise, and when the nighttime fall.
Now those times are back again.
This time we do not have return date.
The sun still rises, but one of us no longer do.
Misconception 