Conscience

The daylight seeps so slowly from the sky 
That you forget it’s going till it’s gone. 
It’s dark, and you are sitting all alone
In your backyard. You can’t remember why. 

There’s no one home, but no one said goodbye. 
You don’t know where they went or for how long. 
Your neighbor’s singing that Hank Williams song
That says he is so lonesome he could cry. 

You brush aside the feeling something’s wrong. 
It’s cooler now, at least, you think, and sigh.
The night is so much softer on the eyes
Than glaring day with all its floodlights on.