The darkness always took you.

The sunlight came and you came with it, dancing on the doors of waking dreams. We played as the sun stood guard from staying shadows at the seams. Even as it kept watch, the darkness lingered behind the unknown, deeper still behind your eyes. When the sun set, we were not so shielded. It became brave and obtrusive; creeping from your eyes, then reflected on your face.

Even as we tried to keep the sun in our step, the reflected sun could not keep joy the same way. As the night went on, darkness became stronger, taking you with it. It ate your insides and dulled your outsides while I held on to your disappearing hand. I called to you softly, but the fog was too hard to hear through. Though I stood in front of you, I knew you didn't see me.

The night took you as it always did, and I knew better than to stop it. If I tried, it would take me too. I knew that. I saw it.