in the half light that is dusk,
I feel the loneliest.
the sun slips into the horizon
leaving all that’s around me
unilluminated:
it does not cast a shadow
the length of me
to pretend a friend,
nor does it warm the face
that I hold up to the sky.
It has no words,
does not call my name,
or make me feel safe as
the stars shining in this new sky
are millions of miles from here.
in the half light that is dusk.
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