Did You Survive the Night?

I’m sorry I couldn’t prevent night from falling.

That I failed to hold the sun in its place.

Would you believe me if I told you I tried?

My hands are seared from the burns.

My arms drained of their strength.

My will is shattered.

Night fell like a heavy blanket pulling the sun down.

And you and I with it.

But morning has returned.

And with it the light.

And all I want to know is, “did you survive the night”?