Dim

And so, the night dims.
You wonder what became of him,
Think about how he’s probably viewing the same stars
But, not pausing for a moment to wonder where you are.

You never said goodbye.
He never wondered, why?
Never took a second to care that the things you once shared
Were no longer relevant, important, no longer there.

Do not think of him.
He is not thinking of you.
And no matter what you say, or do,
The night will still grow dim.