Oh, how we tried to reach out—
stretch our hands, grasp fingers,
tried to advise
I suppose we all turned blue
in the face,
and yet you chose
again and again;
just couldn’t stay away
from the edge
of self-destruction,
could you?
cocky, sure-footed,
you had it all under control,
didn’t you?
          And here you are—
blowing           out
the last proffered candle;
so, you can sit alone in the dark.