Half-Lit Night

In the half-lit depths of night
Three people try with all their might
To forget the where, forget the who,
and none are close to breaking through.

After those nights of senseless sintake
Who remembers to communicate?
One falls for a gray lie's honest mistake,
Three's alone, hopes Two won't break,

But One is over; One is gone.
It's Two's steep trail to carry on,
and all that's left to Three is choice,
How to attack with touch and voice.

It tests the depths of his good sense,
This last fight of pain-besieged defense
Of the ties between the broken ones
Who just went out to have some fun.