All the light in the room
followed you out the door.
Air rushed past, voices hid,
music drained from walls
to flow after your footsteps.
I whistle in the dark,
but courage is a bat
squeaking indecipherable sonar,
tangling feet in my hair,
flapping webbed wings
against cold skin.
How will I find my way
through the dark
of this silent, empty cave?
