No one stays.


Now remains
The chill of night,
The coldest light
Of darkest days.

Faint lingering
Of empty words,
Of hope incurred
When love waylays.

Strange whimpering
When pain takes hold,
When lost and cold
You turn away…

Alone again
You close your eyes,
You muffle cries
The heart betrays.

And what remains?
The chill of night.
The coldest light.
The darkest days.