a lover, a fight, mistakes oh so bitter
she disappears, taking the light with her
in the dark for six months until she comes back
brings back the light, brings back those eyes of “i knew”
bathed in light a week or few
a lover [again], alert as an owl
a fight [again], i call her foul
she leaves, and this time i remark
now i have the light, she recedes into the dark