We basked in the glow
that the seasons cast.
And when the shade
finally came.
The darkness
congealing between
our entwined palms
found the freedom it
clamored for.
It kept prying
till we came apart,
and then slipped by.
As I sit here on this
cold January night:
I promise to find
the darkness that
congealed between
our entwined palms,
and to keep it pressed
where it belongs.
When the shade
does come again,
it will find us
clasping tighter.
