The Light in my Attic

It's dark in here! So dark in here!

Me, does anybody hear?

It's dark in here! So dark in here!

I wish I had a light.

It pops on in the attic and I look up and I see,

you smiling down at me,

you are the light in the attic.

Bright and happy

filled with glee.

You are definitely not as old as me.

My eyes sparkle dully, from lack of sleep.

Your eyes sparkle like the sun; my words are blurred, like the baas of sheep.

Listen to me, girl.

I was lookin' for the light one day, 

And I found it in the attic.

Turns out it was your smile,

and I'm not bein' dramatic!

Now I'm as bright as you were

in those fine, happy days.

Though your life has been sprinkled

with some grieving grays.

I squeeze your hand with all my might.

The gold flashes on our fingers,

new and fresh. 

Just like our new lives.

I can hear your sighs

on the other side of the bed.

I remember that one night, I say,

when I had told you that you were the light in my attic.

You hold my hand and I pet your hair.

The rest of the night is static.

I stare at the dark grave.

Wind and rain rattles on my body.

I can feel you wrack my body with your sobbing.

Listen to me now, I murmur as I hold you.

You are the light in my attic.

And though this may sound like static,

you are the light in my attic.

We are the duo of dynamic.

Our bodies caught between spazms of coughing and grief,

I try to find the joy underneath.

There has to be some, 

I think desperately, the world is a hum.

You were the light in the attic,

and the world sounds like static

now, but you are my second half.

I don't even need the math.

I grip your hand tightly as I draw in a stuttering breath.

You caress me gently as we drift into an endless sleep.

Now light is the only thing I see;

excluding you and me,

together in the stars.

I can tell that our children are looking up at us,

thinking to themselves,

They are the light to our attic.

Their lives are now static.

I hope they are happy now...

Now that we're alone, my love

and the static has disappeared;

I'd like you to know that

It's dark, it's dark in here!

And the light that I use

to see you, my muse,

happens to be your smile.