[ WP ] Afterwards , I lived .

Where did you go that night, 
 
 when you became invisible, 
 
 soundless, 
 
 and disappeared? 
 
 Are you huddled, 
 
 cold and shivering 
 
 in the pile of socks that went missing one by one, 
 
 with the keys to our old apartment, 
 
 with our cat, Sprinkles, who may still be alive? 
 
 ( She probably is n't ). 
 
 It should have felt like a light going out -- 
 
 Instant shock of blackness, 
 
 but it did n't. 
 
 It came on like the night, slowly. 
 
 So slowly I scarcely noticed it was getting dark, 
 
 And when you became the dusk, 
 
 shoes dragging across the ground, 
 
 I did n't question it, 
 
 Did n't try to make you bright as day again. 
 
 When you became the twilight, 
 
 I did n't wonder. 
 
 I did n't try to help at all, 
 
 as the stars shone through the blackness, 
 
 you hung your head so low, and 
 
 not noticing 
 
 not caring 
 
 I let you become the night. 
 
 Afterwards, I lived 
 
 but not in a way anyone would want to live 
 
 if they had the choice.
