Film Noir

I recognized the place.

Not the look, so much, but the richness of Your grace.

Yes, I’d been here before,

But it was brighter and lighter and just more.

I stood here, and You stood there,

I waited and waited to follow somewhere.

You drug Your feet, in my opinion,

So I left without You and marched on, resisting submission.

You watched me and carried me and taught,

All the while, I think I just fought and fought.

You brought me back to the beginning,

I stood there, again, as You looked at me, grinning.

It was so dark and foggy, with one single light;

I wondered, is it always night?

I recognized the place,

This time, it appeared clearer and better suited to my taste.

Suddenly, I could hear something stirring

In the far-off distance, whirring

Was it coming closer to our place?

I was becoming anxious standing in this space.

I pled with You, urgency in my eyes

And You gazed back at me with nothing to disguise

You were in no hurry; that was abundantly clear

And I did not understand how You could not hear

Something was coming; I knew it to be true

Here we were standing, exposed in the hue

What was running toward us?

Making quite a fuss?

As it rounded the corner chaotically,

It affected me hypnotically

And then, there he was standing

Across from me, demanding

Is this who we’ve been waiting for?

I turned to You and implored

Is he not whom I described?

The one for which you’ve cried?

But I could not comprehend

How all my woes were on the mend

Standing in the streetlight

Holding the hand of my knight.