Darkness is tough

It was a touch, a word and a breathe,
It was someone, my own around.
I felt a familiar effort and
a sound of comfort.
The darkness is tough,
the darkness is tough.
My senses can sense
with more sensitivity and
my ears, more audible,
when my own is around.
The touch, the words and
the steps with silence.
The moonwalk it seems
and suddenly disappears.
This darkness is tough
and it is tough.