how did shadow walk into this light filled home? did i forget to bolt the door? or leave a window ajar? did he steal down my chimney while i slumbered in my bed? while dreaming words of love and joy?
he sits at my table now, demanding another cup of grief from me. how can i tell him he's emptied my cupboards? and what will he do when i ask him to leave without quenching his thirst?
and why, oh why, do i want to offer him anything, anything at all, if he would only stay?