And I am left with tonight
without you
watching the flicker
of moons wink through trees
This night has waited
For my gentle steps….
Certain that I am
Always welcomed here
eyes
I remember
Burning so…
They could always
Light my dark
Now,
its me with only
A few sparkles from the sky
As cold shine of eyes
Kind quiet wraps me
With warm memory arms
And the willows,
companions in darkness
they wallow their sympathies
whispering
alone is
not so lonely
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