In Darkness
The thrill is gone, but its memory remains
in flashes that come in the night
The names have all changed, but faces stare back
forsaken, denied by the light
The thrill is gone, but its price still to pay
whose absence weighs heavy and long
The reasons left truant, excuses to reign
in darkness—my soul to belong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
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