Last time (Love song of a vampire) (Day 9)

Last time I saw the sun
You sat there and held my hand

Before whispering

Under the breeze

I wouldn’t miss it.

Wouldn’t miss

The redness of the beach

And midsummer walks

Across the top

Of the old hut

In bright sunshine.

Wouldn’t miss

Watching the sun sink

Past the ocean

Covering the old pier

Like a second skin

And the sun humming

With the breeze

Carrying terrible old songs

Across the pier

At lunch.

I wouldn’t miss

Hand-gliding in the sea

And barely not falling

In the water

And donkey riding

At the end of your

father’s grey huts

Without their pleads

To get off.

I wouldn’t miss it

And in time to come

I would look at it

As a guilty pleasure

Which I wouldn’t miss,

Like my humanity.

 (Day 9 off http://www.napowrimo.net/asked for poems on '
Our prompt for today is to write a persona poem — a kind of dramatic monologue. Here’s Rita Dove channeling Beethoven, and Robert Browning giving voice to a very grumpy monk. The Summer 2008 issue of Poemeleon furnishes many more great examples. So pick a character to inhabit — a person from history, an imaginary or mythical person (like Snow White or Zeus). 
This piece was wrote looking at the birth of a vampire. It could be the beginning of a longer piece).