Walking in the pale evening dusk,
as the world slowy turns to it's darkened self.

The last Sun rays seeping from the sky.

The world should naturally fade to black.

But our artificial glow comes to light,
To keep us up all night.

"I walk these cold empty streets at
night,
Without knowing how to make it 
right,

As you sleep in your warm
bed,
I can't fathom how to make it
ahead.

Will you know I wandered
past,
Ponder it as you break your
fast?"

When we first met,
I didn't see you.
I was blind,
But you clearly saw.
Next time we met,
There was a spark and draw,
But my eyes were still adjusting and raw.

You knew the terrain,
But I was the one who refrained.
You acted like it was play,
But I was your prey.

The damages were done,
as we became one.
What I saw as communion and real,
Was just your nutrition and meal.