What the Dark Leaves Behind
Dark
side
world thins
edges go dim
loss comes quietly
I miss the door beside me now
the room keeps its windows, but dawn will not enter me
Shade
slow
sight fades
room grows dim
around our table
your face rises slowly from the dark
I turn toward the voice and let darkness answer me
Loss
stays
near now
under skin
like winter water
no bell warns me at the border
still beyond this narrowing, one small light keeps its name
