Dark
I love
To sit
With the dark.
Blinds slanted,
Revealing slats of night.
We look out
At no one looking in.
We hold a space
Between us,
Hoping the light
Will come home soon.
No switch to flick
No chain to pull
No match to strike
Nothing to do but wait.
It will arrive
Without notice,
No calling card,
No introduction.
Like the tide
It rises
And falls,
Rises and falls.
We sit
The da…
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