The night grows heavy silent, as
The wearing day is done;
At home amidst the emptiness
He can no more outrun
But she – she would have been the one
To comfort him, and give
A purpose to his meaningless
And feckless way to live
She saw the best in him, and he –
He was his best with her;
But left her for concupiscence
That sordid saboteur
Now she’s moved on without him, long
Ago that line was crossed;
She could have been the one, but
Selfishly
All that
Was lost