THAT LIGHT HAD A NAME

in september i saw a light

at the end of the tunnel

my eyes, so used to the dark,

closed right in that moment

i'd never seen anything quite as bright

so i expected a train

but it never came

it never found me

i took a risk

and opened my eyes slowly

only to meet his

and in his tired hazel eyes

i found my peace

it was never a train

that light had a name

and it gave me the chance

to feel something good again.