As It Is
She waits for me
beneath a street lamp
somewhere, and I...
I wait for her
swallowed in a shadow
beside a dozen huddled men.
Their breaths forced,
shredding the silence
I cling to for sanity.
The lamp is
faltering. Blinking
in and out
tears further down her face
with every shine
and I pray
to a fading god
Pleading she's kept
in that glow.
Selling my soul
to the darkness that binds me,
for however long it wants me.
So long as she never has to know
the chill of this void.
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