she asked her mother
"why,
does the sun set?
why,
do the lights go out?
why,
do the doors close?
and why
do people leave?"
well child,
with every sunset, comes a break of dawn.
and dark rooms is where we dream till the sun comes out.
and with every closed door, a new door awaits to be opened.
and people come and go, but we can choose to keep them within.
as for me, i will be here, right here, till the end.