Without you,
I would rather be a candle than a nova.
You were a light to put paid to all darkness.
You were a jewel which eclipsed the lustre of diamonds.
I will not attempt to imitate your light,
For by definition such an imitation would be feeble.
Indeed, had we not been so close, any such attempt,
Would be more a mockery than anything else.
To live with any pale shadow of your light would be,
For me,
The purest agony.
And so,
I shall sit in the dark and flicker,
Shudder at the eldritch shadows
My own inconstant light throws up around me,
And then some day I shall gutter,
And no-one shall ever know that there was once light,
In our little patch of darkness.
And all shall be again as it once was.