The somber of the night
Goes away
Daylight repeats the steps of its dance
Copying the sunrise
And again
She says things that a lover would say
Words that once retreated
Are repeated
Now with this dirt-toothed desperation
You are more flame than light
Darlin’ no
I will stay alone, cold.
About the Creator
Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
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