She opens the gate,

looking through the empty parking lot,

a shining light in the distance catches her eye.

Like a spark in the night,

she runs down the empty highway,

her breathing ragged.

I guess she should have said it before,

before she took off,

before she took flight.

But her trust had fled before her,

she had no courage left,

to fight her battles, 

to fight this war.

I had looked for her,

we all did the same - 

I know why she left,

why she ran away.

Turns out a promise not kept

and a twisted truth

is too much for a broken heart.

And as she sat, tired and worn down

in the passengers side of her roommate's car,

feeling alone and scared

to tell the truth,

no one ever came to do the same,

but still, she didn't feel it was okay.

I tried to keep her from leaving,

once again she places the blame on me,

but I feel we keep an even balance 

on what's wrong

and what's right.

The light burns out,

her apartment is on the fifth floor - 

just shy of mine,

mine's on the sixth.

I never told her I was the one who burned out that light;

maybe then it wouldn't have been 

a complete lie.

She always told me that his eyes shined

brighter than the stars.

Brighter than the snow when the 

old yellow streeplamps shown down on it - 

so she ran.

She ran, but this time I couldn't stop her.

No one could.

And once she was gone, the stars dimmed,

the snow melted,

and the streetlamps died with her absence,

back to that one night,

when he left her heart for mine.