Poetry (Day 29): The Light

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The Light

No stars above. No breeze.
The bug-swirling glare
of a streetlight
somehow manages to keep
the night at arm’s length.

The was no parting kiss,
just goodbye, and she didn’t
look back as she walked away.

Late night cars hum as they pass.

The bugs clatter
against the light, as though
breaking through is not
reserved for someone
more worthy than they.

No stars above. No breeze.
The world heavy
with anticipation.
100% chance of rain.

The was no parting kiss,
just goodbye, but I know
I’ll clatter against her life once more.

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