Night Fight
The gloaming doesn't come
To spite you
The daylight doesn't up
And abandon you
The night doesn't want
To start a fight with you
I meant I wanted
To tell you
I dreamt I held something tiny
In my hand
It had a translucent body
And a tube for a heart
I meant
I love you, and
I see now
How the missing are the few
Writer/s: Colleen Collins, David White
