Little Things in Life

The Lonely and the Lone

The darkness invited the girl to sit,

and so she sat on a wooden bench.

And the darkness had a candle that lit,

it's embers and smoke a soft stench.

The lonely darkness waited,

and the girl nodded in approval.

And the darkness then was not so hated,

not by the girl nor the darkness's disapproval.

Because all along the darkness waited,

for that one lone soul to stumble in,

and long the darkness waited,

for the lone soul to no longer feed the sin.

The sin of sitting with a lonely stranger,

the sin of guilt that spreads through darkness.

And when the girl sat knowing the danger,

the darkness felt a commotion of stress.

No one has ever sat this willingly before,

when the darkness diminished all fire.

And yet the girl sat just a few feet from the door,

and made no move to it as if not in dire.

And so the lonely and the lone,

they would often catch one another.

And that candle that was lit had shone,

something even the darkness couldn't smother.