Darkness Comes

Darkness comes.
What will be remembered?
Words written in books never read.
Photographs never seen.
Forgotten names of friends floating out to sea,
buried beneath the crash of waves,
memories lost in time.
A life hollowed out by regret.
I met her in sunlight.
Sunsets are inevitable.
I took her to a party,
but the music interrupted my thoughts and I had to leave.
She thought it rude.
I offered to buy her a slice and drive her home.
Everything looks different when the light goes out.
Darkness comes.
She called in distress.
A life falling apart and nowhere to turn.
Who was I?
Someone willing to listen.
But the phone never rang when times were plentiful.
A bad weather friend at the bottom of a glass hoping for a lift.
I hung up the phone.
Darkness comes.
Colors fade,
and so will you.
I went to bed alone.
Asked the spirits for a story of redemption.
But all I got was silence.
When you stop arguing with yourself you will hear the silence,
and know that nothing truly exists.
An echo chamber in a vacuum of space, waiting for a reply from E.T.
But all you get are messages to bring home eggs
before the rooster can’t control himself and the coop is overrun.
I woke to the sound of bees.
The queen had abdicated her throne.
Clover no longer sweet.
The workers went on strike,
declared a dislike for pollen.
Some grew allergic.
Summer withered and died.
Darkness comes.
What do you love?
Do you love life, or do you love the thought of people needing you
to boost your confidence?
I love the confidence of a rock.
Show me a rock with an inferiority complex,
or a grain of sand in need of identity in the center of the desert.
Are the stars jealous of the sun?
Or do they wait for it to get out of their way to show off their brilliance?
Get out of my way and let the darkness come!