Who made the light leave?

Who made the light leave?
Who made her step away,
and never come back?
Who pushed her back into the corner

This person,
I mean —
The one
Who took her away from the people she loves
Or used to
Love

The one who
Didn’t think about anyone else
Who lives in her nightmares
Who is without a face

Now she spreads her wings
Now she’s slipped through our fingertips

I don’t know exactly what a funeral is.
I do know how you’re supposed to act
How to cry
How to feel
How to wonder why
Which is what I’ve been doing all day

Tell me,
What else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything leave us eventually?

Tell me,
Why did you go,
And drag her with you.