Misty Months

On a narrow asphalt road
As I drive
Under the dimly-lit street lights
I call back memories as the night falls
Of times when I was alone
As I am now
Quietly gazing into the shrouded tomorrow.
A streak of light to rupture the dark
To start a heartbeat stopped.
Years go as I grow,
All is the same.
The light never came,
Beloved, long-awaited
To open its mouth & swallow the shadows.
No matter the road I take
It is all the same.
The shadows, now companions of old, still remain.

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