Continuation...

Created this in the treatment room just now...

Darkness sets in...the door closes;
entered both of us, in opposite directions.
I lit up a match, you blew it off;
seeing this, i knew that reconciliation was tough.
Not a window in sight and the air is stale;
deep inside, i never foresaw that we could fail.
I felt cold, the room feels tight;
I think about you, about us every night.
I cannot see in the dark and fear took over;
I felt left out, and pushed all the way to the rear.
Eventually the darkness will leave and the door will open;
hopefully by then, we'll be moving off in the same direction.