leaning ~

tornadoday

belonging

for a little while
I waited –
watched the lane
where once you passed
kept a lantern burning
all night long

for a little while
I prayed aloud –
then drifted off to sleep
surrounded by
these memories
of home

fearless to
the morrow –
a day like all the rest
leaning to the light
where you have gone

. . .

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