shine a light on me
make sure it's bright
it's cold inside and black as night

watching you walk away
for the last time, every day
the image burned, a stain

years pass
time fades
the scrapbook in my mind
tattered, all but dust

what once was solid ground
now sand, all consuming
into the abyss, a bridge-less nothing

a flutter of anticipation
my broken faith needs exhumation
and in this act of humiliation
you hold the key to my elation

my past is lost
you light my way
in your embrace
I find my home.