Monday, January 31, 2022

Faded

The light spills out, warm:
a spot in darkness,
a pool of safety
gleaming bright against
the shadow-night world.

Laughter spills through
double-paned glass,
echoes of what
life could have been.

The cold wraps
around me
like a hug.

I breathe,
and then

turn.

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