Midnight Oil

"Midnight Oil"

Bent over your desk while the window's light fades,
The shadows crawl down the walls.
The only light left is the light from the screen
shining bright in the dim, empty halls.

The creases that line your stress-covered face
make me miss that smile from before,
You sit and you work late into the night
though the hour is hard to ignore.

Frowning and tapping away at the keys,
Hands run over your hair.
Empty offices, the rest have gone home
left you with this burden to bare.

I will sit here is well, and keep you company at least
After all, what more can I do?
I will try to bring back that smile that I love,
and burn midnight oil with you.

By Kristen Stacy
5/3/2010