Did we not
Begin as angels
Bathed in innocence
And light
As we grew
We lost the shine
With passing day
Arrives the night.
From the room
Now in silence
Where once
Our voices heard
In the flicker
Of glancing moonlight
Upon the sweetness
Of each word.
Now I search
For distant echo
Within the blink
Of a closing eye
At midnight
Footsteps traced
In solitude
By you and I.