IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK

Love In Darkness

A Poem

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hands holding a lit candle
Photo by Rebecca Peterson-Hall on Unsplash

I love you the way darkness loves a moonless night,
and how death loves the living.

There was never a me,
before you.

You came to me when I was broken,
and half-finished,
you made me believe I could be whole.

Not the type of wholeness that comes from perfection,
the kind that comes from confronting the dark
and learning to love it.

I will live and die inside that sweet darkness.
So long as you are there, too.

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