The natural lights are dimming
The sun sets, and street-lamps illuminate the darkness which
begins to consume the city though the
garish brilliance of artificial lights attempt to
hide it. This is the worst time of day, without
the light to catch them, thoughts
drift away into darkness, bouncing
back, reminding. It’s my canvas, paper, pen –
It absorbs my words, writes them
But then, when it reads them back,
I’m stuck. Stuck in those days when we happily
walked downtown; when we slept
side-by-side; when we smiled and held hands.
It reminds me of all the good times.
Darkness envelopes me, but the envelope
is already too full of the good times
You left me alone with.
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