It tends to be dark at night
When the shadows move quickly
About your door,
Following you with eyes
That you feel
But can't see.

Alternating between worry
And calm, your heart
Speeds and slows
Until you walk inside
And realize you're alone
In more ways than one.

When you thought
You found love,
But it was acquaintance
Instead. Then you
Turn on the light
And sit in the darkness.