When There's No Light
By lupus tenebrae
One by one, the streetlights
flicker, then die
as a lone willow bends
in disheveled ways
and a stray cat bemoans
its solitude, pleading
for a warm bed and
an open heart.
I sigh in resignation, then return
my crestfallen vision
to the cosmos, hoping
that somewhere, someone
is looking in my
direction.
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Copyright 2014 lupus tenebrae
Published on Tuesday, April 22, 2014.
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