Each time I close my eyes, and remember your face.
I can never see darkness, because you truly are a light.
And not just any regular old light like a light house, fireflies, or star in the sky.
But comparable to the final flash you see before death.
Because once I really saw you for all you are, nothing was the same.
In the sense that changes must be made in order to persevere.
Death was always the goal, but now I want to grow old.
Freedom was always my first choice, but for you I would do as told.
Fleeing was my last resort, but now I only want to run to you.
You are the final flash of light before death, or at least I'd like you to be.