Untitled - April 10, 2002
It's never truly darkness
but that of a shadow cast
by an event that crosses
the threshold
of the heart.
Pictures that once stood
in vivid contrast against
a life of grey,
fade once more
into the shades of black and white.
Every sound heard in the silence
is an eerie reminder
of things once said -
every nuance clear as the dawning
of the next day.
Even as the internal warmth
seeps away,
the sunlight outside
is a brilliant remembrance
of the happiness
once shared.
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