Midnight

She sought the way his soft sighs
lingered in the air past his laughs
Her beautiful hazel orbs bright with delight
trekked into his only to find dark ebonies
becoming darker

They all simultaneously
felt the same
happiness,
sadness,
pain,
and sorrow

So why now does she,
the sun and the moon
orbiting around his earth and residing in
the bulk of his galaxy,
sit in the depths of her room with acidic tears
streaming down her face?

So why now does she,
the so-called apple of his eye
and protector of his being,
is unable to hold him in the small of her arms
and tell him that everything will be okay?

"I'm sorry, oppa,"
she whispered up at the stars
drawing constellations of an EXO planet

"I'm sorry too,"
he responds as the clock strikes midnight,
a bag in his hands before feet
force him out the front door