Give it back: broken-in and stolen from the mourning, counted out.
The branded charged ahead of the warnings rising beyond their due, checking behind for you with word on the
way you heard was never sent, watching the gone go by baited and kept alive, shaking you loose.
But, you'd wind up again near the stars, spreading out and stranded somewhere, waving, seen and lost.
The moment has only left them waiting.
Seize the light; was it only shelter you were taking?