Consequences of Departure

On stairs
I see you sitting
And waiting for
The changes and
To bring return
To past day’s
Vivid hue

Heart cavern
For the one
Trapped in murk
On paths and lanes
To restive eyes
In black light
Flashlight sockets

Two behind
Bent knees
In ancient dust and
Staring empty strokes
Against cold stones
Without the strength
To brave them

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