Don’t go

Nothing in the deep night to fear,
Except the low light, my dearest to me,
My favorite who married me in this dark.
Know that I still feel the empty
Space, constantly. It gnaws away even
Now, joined with you, it is an awful pang,
Bitter regret. It is the same fret as my last
Fret. So please, stay, hold my hand
As the cold comes on further,
With every rising dawn.

© SXT 2022