Like a car with full lights on the darkest night of the year,
You had lit my path, shown me the distance, gave me direction.
Now though, one bulb is burnt out and a lonesome single light remains.
By itself it struggles to light the darkening road.
Dimmer and dimmer still, the drive home is tough.
Life a car with one headlight,
A most pathetic and lonesome sight.
5/2/2003
