ROMANTIQUE Aphelion

Aphelion JOSHUA MARTIN P. GUANCO

How long has it been since your sun grazed my skin. How long has it been following our last dance with sin. How long has it been trying to surfeit this void from within. How long has it been since our radiance ceased to spin.

Aphelion—not one entity can ever measure. Aphelion—our distance from our days of golden grandeur. Aphelion—now your sun has gone to bed. Aphelion—why do I bask in this romance that is dead.