Some people have never seen the night
that even meeting them in the twilight
filled my heart with guilt,
like staining them with sable
and taking the final curtain call
Scared as I was, scared as I am still,
should I just so selfishly make it their battle?
Do I have it in me to turn off their light
and see them take not flight, but fright,
as their life changes overnight?
Insights 