The Light

It had

Lit

Around the room,

She gave a loud cry, and

We both understood what that meant.

She was low,

For a long time.

Both of us

Comfort her.

She

Tore

The same

Material,

Scattering the fragments.

He said nothing,

All last night.

We never left her for a moment.

He said nothing about it.

When the day came,

I noticed the difference in her;

Her breathing was softer.

Her

Dying

Light

Gave

Emotion

That

Passed

Him.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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