Separated on the path
(trailing far behind)
you lost me on that eve.
Time stopped.
I walked with my shadow
under a thick gathering of pomegranate trees.
I remember the taste,
the slow pace,
the sticky sweet seeds,
and the chill on my nose.
When I returned,
you made sure I was safe.
And it felt good to know that
at the end of the road,
you were happy to see me.















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nocturally helpless
and weak in the light
depending on a prayer
pacing deserted roads to find
a seed of hope
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