And slowly, though, leave as they may.

They've left their trails, their steps, their marks,

But I find they always leave,

And in dark and dust, all that's left,

Is the existence of simply me.

For moments they fill all those voids,

But I find it does not last,

They come as quickly as they go,

And everything is fast.

But when I turn in caves of fear,

I find a light that's you,

How come you're always there?

You're too good to be true.

And slowly, though, leave as they may,

You stand so firm your ground

And I always know who I will find,

When I turn around.