Oh Lord,

The light is slipping away. It was bright a few hours or years ago, with such lavishness that the intensity rendered me squinting. I could see nothing except a translucent promise as the heat of the noontime sun baked against my freckled skin.

But now the sun is leaving me behind, and takes my clarity of sight with her. She did not even say goodbye. Nighttime frightens me, when I am alone, or the sounds are unfamiliar.

Morning feels far away. There is some comfort in the notion that Dawn is visiting other shadowed people, whom I have never met, but who waited their turn for daybreak too.