lonely to the dark ~

tornadoday

should forgiveness be
the river –
keeping us apart
might words become
a comfort more
than lonely to the dark

empty arms
and sleepless nights –
dreams by shadows filled
windows to another life
beyond this standing still

moments wait
another sun
without the weight of days –
memory denied the fault
that holds the heart
at bay

as silence seeking solace
echoes down the hall –
years have left us
souvenirs –
we can’t reach at all

. . .

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