Fade To Black Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Should I feel flattered or afraid,
That you right through me see?
It somewhat comforts yet my heart,
That I can just be me.

I hope I won't have to tiptoe—
Unhedged, I can be tough;
Oh, I can promise this, although:
I'll never have enough.

I love that captivating smile,
And conversations deep,
The chaos of your spectrum's wile,
Which makes one whoop, or weep!

I hate though how you disappear,
With not a word, nor sigh;
More mornings come, yet you're not here:
My demons multiply!

I think I'll linger one more morn,
Still slowly turn my back:
This farce, alas, it seems is set,
To swiftly fade to black.