A Light Left On

by The Midnight Psalmist

A Light Left On

I keep your hurts...

in a small box.

I do not open it.

I carry it.

I carry it.

To love you...

is to walk through a house

where every room...

is almost empty.

Footsteps echo.

I forgive the echo.

I forgive the echo.

The night comes down soft.

Like ash.

Like breath... on glass.

I watch it settle...

on your shoulders.

And I do not brush it off.

Let it stay.

Let it be part of you.

Let it be part of you.

There is a sadness in me...

that sits...

and does not speak.

It watches the door.

It waits.

It knows things break...

and still... it stays.

I see the cracks in you.

Thin lines.

Light comes through.

I do not name them.

I call them doors.

And I walk through.

I walk through.

Mercy is a quiet thing.

A hand... in the dark...

that does not ask... what happened.

A song hummed low...

so the silence...

won’t get too loud.

I will overlook.

I will forgive.

I will keep the light on...

for the parts of you

that get lost...

on the way home.

And if the world ends...

in small pieces...

let it end like this:

you...

and me...

in the quiet...

choosing each other...

again.

Choosing each other...

again.

The Midnight Psalmist (2026)