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Has there ever been a time

When your hand did not touch me,

When your shadow did not cross mine is the sunlight?

Of me and yet not.

I have railed against you,

Medicated against you,

Lost myself in alcoholic stupors,

Pressed knife against flesh

Before I cried out

Blazing in fury,

White hot in the darkness.

Your face returns with the inevitability of the sun

And the tears fall.

You catch them with a finger,

Ready to flick them away,

Inconsequential, the known litany of sadness.

Burnt away, the shell of anger,

Surrendered to your constancy.

Softness remains.

The permeable door.

Enter again

My constant companion.

Take up your vigil.

Sit with me,

I have saved a seat for you.

copyright Audrey Howitt/ For more, please go to

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