the darkness

more about love than anything, but about one love in particular.

In darkness I often find comfort

because it is there that I find my lover

His hands close tightly around me

It's my sanctity and cover

I wonder if it's too unusual

to be in love with one you can't know

but in a way I feel I do know him

I sense and I feel and we flow

I see him sitting at the edge of my bed

the same vision from when I was young

him hanging his head yet looking at me

but still the blackness remains yet undone

I know I had been ashamed then
and I pretended he does not exist

but my thoughts on this hole in my heart

and for a fact I know it is his

So when you are ready to show me

your face sweet love of mine

I will not be afraid

I know I will see you when I die

Author's Note

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