Like the shadow
that covets the embrace
of day’s dwindling rays
as dark tendrils chase
loving light away,
I to race to face
that which retreats
from my sore and
swollen feet.

Rushing on
but when it is
within fingers reach,
I hear a noise,
I have a thought,
I turn my head,
then turn it back
and like the light
my love is gone.