i can see clearly now

you're up there in the sky,
shining so bright for me,
for all of us to see
and i'm blinded
by your white-blue flame
wicking unsteadily,
like a pilot light
about to go out.
you're my dying light.
i cup my hands around you,
try to hold on to your
fading flame,
but you're dead to me now.

(as if you ever really lived)

i blow out your flame
and you leave me in darkness

i like it better this way.
at least i can see clearly now
that you're gone.