Perhaps, my voice left me Friday night
because it was not time for you to listen;
because, perhaps, I had already been heard.
Perhaps, my vision betrayed me that evening
and let me see an anticipation of failure
instead of an expectation for success.
Perhaps, you have left the life underground
after hearing the sounds from far above and
have seen what I truly am beneath the dark.
Perhaps, you have decided to give it a chance
after all my swearing on so many tomorrows,
knowing that you are all I see in the night
when I close my eyes.
Perhaps, I should close my eyes
now that it is dark outside,
and be thankful for
the coming sunrise.