Saturday, January 24

My Shadow

It isn't in the darkest of night or brilliance of a sunrise
that you most occupy the recesses known as my heart.

It is in the vague void-like shadows between dawn and dusk
that wrap around the average, the mundane, the simple complexities
of breathe in-breath out.

And though often by myself.
I am never alone.

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