Days don’t change much anymore

And your absence is still noticed

No matter where I am or what I do

I stopped pretending it wasn’t real

Because there’re too many moments

I’d look in the eye and fail to deny

Which tired me faster than the truth

I stopped looking out of my windows

With that naive fashion of optimism

Daily dread oft hung like curtains

Making it easier to hide out- inside  

At times I’m forced to separate them  

To let the sunshine, sanitize my life    

But what is a life devoid of love… in it?


Poet of the Light © 2023

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