The world exists because of him 

But my world has fallen apart 

He lives in darkness 

Afraid of a shadow 

My seeking the sun 

Has me Unafraid of blindness 

There are words between us 

People in the way 

Just occupying space weary 

 of upsetting order–so dearly. 

Wind pushes him forward among familiar faces. 

All darkened sweetly. 

Tide sweeps me out, 

He stays on shore wrapped in blankets of hesitation. 

Locked behind his gate, so near.    

Clumps of snow on my boots 

 dislodged by stomping out his regret.   

Clods of dust on his shoes 

 stuck to my desire.   

And the world keeps existing 

without me.