SALVATION

We sit in silence.

You there,
Me here,
The other there.

Not looking;

Just waiting;

Not knowing;

For what each awaits.

We turn
And I look at you,
You at me,
And I look at the other,
The other at me.

Searching.

Just before sunset
In the melding haze
Of white.
Resplendent in the gray,
Onyx,
Black,
Of nightfall.

Unbearable.

Then you arrive.

Light

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