In the hour of evening,
     the hour of mist,
I wait in the vacuum
as you sneak into my breath.
You silence all the light of the room
and I stare,
blind and hollow,
into the darkness.

You are the source
              the last remaining sunbeam
But you depart, slip away
leave me behind, leave me behind
And I am still sightless
as I wait, alone in the dark.

In the hour of evening,
     the hour of mist.