Every night you are greeted by the darkness. You know it well, do you not?
It’s always been there: watching, waiting, listening. You’ve long since confided in it: telling it your woes, the atrocities you’ve faced, and the complaints of all the lies you’ve been told.
It took you in when others would not. It takes us all when we depart this mortal world. It will be there to keep us warm from the cold we will feel for just a minute.
It was in the darkness in which you found a friend. One that always was there. Attentive, alluring, forgiving, everything. . .everything that others are not, or lie to be.
All that you’ve lost is found within. Do not be afraid, friend.
It was. . .it is. . .your light.