Night Blind
It always was your sight
That banished darkest night,
But now my Light is spent,
For while I dozed, it went
The way of leaving things:
Bags packed, a cab, the rings
Bereft beside the bed
Atop a note that said:
When darkness turns to day
And chases dreams away,
Yet you remain in night,
Long longing for the light,
Think on me and know
I didn't wish to go.
