The light played about your face
and the pictures stole you away
to somewhere seething,
afraid of your emotions
or just letting them show.
This is how you learned,
all this life without expression.
Except, once the door opens
you find it difficult to close again.
The light outside died a quiet death,
hidden from view, I felt it go -
The last gasps and then darkness.
Maybe the room darkened too,
with your mood,
was that possible?
Your words carried only the slightest intent
and would not be drawn out tonight.
Besides, I had something to prove
- look what I can do -
but you did not notice,
somewhere seething about something
spoken without intent.
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