what light can never capture,
i carefully selected.
what kindness never lingered
made seconds harsher
than intended.
you made a home
with open windows
inside my weary heart
its furniture in cobwebs now
and empty frames in dust
i wonder if i'll learn to follow
while filling them with smiles
that in the darkness
i invented.
An earlier version of this poem was published on Medium on October 18, 2016.