Glowing Good-bye

I work alone at the table
faint glow of an angel
eyes cast to the side
a decree by which all must abide

upon my loom there is no sun
just a symbol of what is done
a film-like shroud
milky white as if from a cloud

unlike the glow beside you
others must bid you adieu
she takes your concrete hand
seemingly in dreamland

suddenly the room is bright
shining like moonlight
chills as if frozen in time
your soul starts its climb.

! you dont know the real me.