Returning to the Dark

 

Walking away from the lighted house,

knowing you are there,

bathed in warmth and light is a remembrance.

Now seeking others and thus myself,

squinting, discerning,

seeing shadows but not the ground

only feeling, till united with who desires help.

The face of love.

 

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