How Low?

wrote this poem late at night, in bed, writing in pencil on the wall by my bed, it started as a poem about my brother and morphed into someting else

Forever,

You are my Sun.
You burn my skin with every touch;
I can’t stand to look you in the eye.
Predictable,
See you in the morning.
I need you in doses:
I start my day with Vitamin U.

U.V waves hello.
How low

Is the Sun setting?