At the dying of the day
darkness falls
suffuses my mood.
Turn away from that old moon
Its glow wavers, falters
an uncertain light.
My path twists in the shadows
I stumble.
No fireflies to guide me.
A turning back -
choices from years ago
before I knew who I was.
Some memories
cannot be rooted out like weeds
no matter how much I will it.
I loved him once, I love him still
Perhaps I rarely could
Perhaps I always will.
School my heart - unruly thing
against these feelings
Recover the riches before me.
Some memories
cannot be rooted out like weeds
no matter how much I will it.
I loved him once, I love him still
Perhaps I rarely could
Perhaps I always will.
School my heart - unruly thing
against these feelings
Recover the riches before me.
The trees sway -
I disappear
into the darkness.
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