-={Considerations in Defense of the Night}=-

She is gone.

The world was a quiet place

even when she was here, and yet

I mourn her departure.

I barely met her, tonight.

She was a doe in the headlights

But confidently bounding away.

Delighting in the search.

She explores herself

as others explore her.

Pushes her walls

So others may see the inside.

I shall see her again

And she shall begin distant

As she began tonight.

But ever closer.

Habit is a hard taskmaster.

To teach a student,

You must first

Create a student, to teach.

Then, let them learn.