"Shadows"
It is past midnight
he cannot sleep
lying in bed
alone again tonight
outside, the city lights
glitter and cast an eerie glow
as nameless faces walk by
he turns on the light
and grabs her picture
off the dresser
he closes his eyes
and imagines she is there
next to him in bed
her vibrant smile
her lushly painted lips
her lumonious skin
every lovely part
permanently etched in his mind
he decides that tonight
he will unsettle the dust
even though she cannot fathom
such devotion lost in the shadows.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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