Looking for my Twilight.

I saw you today, in the shadow of some other man.
He held your essence as he walked by,
smoking his last cigarette.
He walked with your body and then he was gone,
taking with him your dream. I held so tight,
too tightly in the dream that I dreamed in the light.

But there is no day,
now there's only night.
Only darkness that tears.
Not even Twilight.

Nor even an echo of your whispered words,
spoken in silence, so never heard
except by my heart.
Translating the lies that you fed me to hopes,
and dreams,
and lullabies,
that rocked me to sleep.

To be with you so I could be.

But there is no day.
I am left in this night.
No escape from this darkness,
not even Twilight.