I hear your voice.
It sounds cold.
And hear your steps.
I feel old.
But your words,
they hold me up.
Hold me down.
Let me see.
Allow me
to feel
what is there,
what is here,
and where we are.

Give me light.
Illuminate
the way.
For my eyes
are bad in the dark.
And all around us
night has fallen.
The Sun is just a memory.
The warmth it gives,
just a faint echo.
As I crash
into the bridge
that we used
to get to here.