as cute as can be
the little naughty fluff-ball
always in trouble
it stretches my face apart
not unlike the plates
we learn about in science class.
pulling at my jaw,
cheeks,
lips,
until finally
my whole demeanor
"We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,
For it is in loss that we truly learn to love."*
When we can feel,
All that is no longer there,
the doors
are left open
for him
to walk through
and brightly lit
with all
he will ever need
when beside him
there is a girl
stumbling through
a dark hall
unable to find her way
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