The Colder Light
The
last light has gone. The stars are coming out in the black sea above.
Many are hidden by ice-fingered winds. My father is still not returned
and the fire is almost gone.
But this is how life is: always an edge. A thin sheet on a diving-deep pool.
I hope he will return soon. I cannot summon him.
This should not be visible
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