Escape

My sun brings me warmth and laughter. His smile can make all of earth happy. But what am I to him? The accompanying clouds that he has many of or am I the centre of his attention, a sunflower. When he holds my hand and gazes only at me, I am the sunflower, powerful and beautiful in his presence, but he holds the attention of all biology. What am I to him? I want to give up. I want to surrender. I want to escape. Should I ask the sun and gamble the relationship we share or should I value the identity of the accompanying cloud that I now hold. I may not be his sunflower but I am me. I am my own presence. In time I will find a warmth that is not cursed by the sun's cyclical cycle of the day, but a warmth that comes even at the depths of night.