Don't Go Yet Poem by Francie Lynch

There's a darkness tempting you,
I stood still, thinking why
You'd be gone so soon.
I collected my things, my cap and mac,
And you said, "Don't go just yet."

Go where? Where you're not there?
You are my fingerprints.
I yearn to follow your receding light.

You slapped your ruby gloves
Against your outstretched palm;
You turned that look of regret;
And then I heard something absurd:
"Please, don't go yet."