Fool

You didn't say, so I assumed.
That the rays of the sun are mine to keep
And the moon's aloofness,
A mere ruse to deter.

You didn't say, so I assumed.
That all bubbly laughters are meant for my ears,
And the displayed disdain
Is but a masquerade.

You didn't say, so I assumed.
That rainbows do have the eighth hue,
And the cold night only transient.

But I'm exhausted assuming
That you'll be the air I breathe.
Because the sun is setting,
the laughter ceasing,
And the rainbows melting.

You didn't say.