I felt it all slipping away
last winter.
In a place I called home,
where I no longer belonged.
Surrounded by hope
but unable to touch it.
I would lie on the couch,
alone in my apartment -
in the center of town,
yet isolated -
and I would dream of the life
I once had.
Lost in loneliness,
I withered.
For all the light that poured in
through all of my windows,
I lived alone in the dark
with nothing but sorrowful songs.
I would go to the theatre
to distract me,
only to return home in tears,
having witnessed a story not mine,
a life I desperately wanted
like the dead wish for life.
Then my grandmother passed...
the thought killed me,
the darkness tempted me so I hid
in a bright cafeteria,
but I still couldn't see the light,
only shadows moving through the ink.
And then she came -
just a girl but a light -
Hope.
Belonging.
The promise of a future,
a boat out to rescue me.
With her there,
everything changed.
The light poured forth,
enveloping me and the world,
imbuing all with the infinite,
returning me home.
One day she left,
frightened by the shadows of the past,
uneasy about the infinite,
about ever after...
But the light stayed,
unafraid of the shadows it casts.
-Zero
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