...lightless...

like a vault full of memories has been shut
locked before illuminated
shunned before seen
not much has changed in the face of goodbye
unless you count the denizens that howl when i sleep
but for the chance of comfort once
the sights of heaven
the patter of rain against snow laden trees when we were
good night dearest
may the rush of otter creek caress you insides
as it briefly did mine
may you find your dreams underneath your thumb
and may the pages of your life fill themselves with joy

on a cold evening
underneath orion
walking backwards in front of you
trying to stop every second before it had
past


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