A darkness descends
on the day.
A solitary lamp
casts shadows
across the night;
the blank canvass of my life
waits for a painter
or at least
an idle doodler
to turn nothing to something.
The sting of loneliness
no longer nettles,
we embrace
like old friends -
I raise a glass
to our past
and tomorrows.
But I forget the last time
I felt the sun rise -
in another life when dreams
were tangible,
before tears
diluted their reality,
before scores of autumns and winters
took their toll
on my empty pockets.
I sigh
and my shadow sighs with me
it knows too
the sun’s rise
is as inevitable
as the night’s revival
so we wait,
together,
with only the clock for company.
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