I Remember When The Day Was Light

I remember when the day was light,
when I was clear-hearted and free,
when the sun was up in the clouds and shining.
I hesitate to remember now because it's no longer so.
Now, the day has worn on, and there's nothing to speak of.
Everyone has left. The letter is already sealed.
The immortal poem carved in stone is ephemeral.
The spoken word is lost
as if uttered over open sea.

Those who've left, came unannounced into my home,
drinking all my beer.
They danced to all the wrong songs,
laughed at all the wrong jokes.
I tell you, the human race is failing us--
it's timing is slightly off.

I ask, is it wrong to avoid people,
to scorn the ones who love you?

To tell them you no longer love them?