it was only i
i alone
who stood up for you
for you
when everyone suspected
you of tyranny
and i tried
i tried to look through your eyes
and tried to share that tiny
light
that i glimpsed
though every day since
got duller, until
i could only see
what everyone else had been afraid of
and now, every
sight of you
extinguishes that candle
again
cruelly, in anger
but i tied my rope to you
and cannot get away
without my own flame
to burn it
can you have extinguished that, too?
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