Nov 12
poem challenge: Abstract

Falling in Love

He doesn't come till the evening
despite long hours of seeking him out
closing doors to meet him
if only for a minute
before he runs off again
never touching down for more than a hello
but at night he's all mine
when he holds me in his arms
when he hides me from the world
and I pour out my soul to him
he listens and watches
and always leaves
so by the time I wake up
he is creeping out the window
no matter how I plead or pray
he retreats into the sun
leaving me behind once again
and I know it isn't healthy
that I've fallen in love with Darkness.