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 Nov 2018 Woodweaver
JRF
Reflect.
 Nov 2018 Woodweaver
JRF
Bravery in the lonely morning,
The mirror reflecting it's perfect light,
But the person looking back has changed.
His shadow disappeared.

The bed empty of passion,
Light drenching the empty side of the bed.
Where you once felt safe.
How I felt, every summer morning for a while.
 Nov 2018 Woodweaver
JRF
The day feels unbalanced.
The night feels haunted.
Faces, changed by sodden tears.
Eyes awake but no light behind them.
Everything is switching, on and off.
Friends fall close, some fall away.
Remember them when you speak of them one day.
Stained by morning guilt as the sunrises, touched by shining silk.
A web weaved by the tip of your tongue.
Locked out of life, floating away.
Days float by in a sea of disarray.
One day, on the street.
I'll be brave enough to say hey.

By that time we will be too far away.
Siren, she lures and enchants.

— The End —