she has slowly folded herself
as an individual
into the soul-less night
that has been her only companion
for so many a night

such is this
that we become
that which we fear most
that which holds are secrets
and nothing else as dear

as she whispers her secrets
into the night
an always listening friend
she asks only for such
that she would be as patient
with herself
as the night has been with her
and that she would be as overwhelmed
as it has been to her
with all its love
dark as it be

love me as much
as you will never leave me