Hour 2: The Darkest Evening of the Year

(Title line taken from Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping by Woods”)

The darkest evening of the year
Didn’t fall in December
Or even one of the colder months
No, it came in suddenly
One bright May day
Stricken with grief and loss

The darkest evening of the year
Has nothing to do with sun or weather
It has nothing to do with presence of light
Just the absence of hope
And life and dreams
And you and me

The darkest evening of the year
Is the one where we lost
Our home, our safety, our peace
The one where I lost you
The one where you lost me
And we both lost a part of ourselves

The darkest evening of the year
Didn’t fall in dreary December
But on a bright May day
Full of warmth and false sense of comfort
That one bright May Day
When the light of love disappeared.

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