Waiting for you
In a doorway
Darkened by what we presume
And what we are certain
A light between us that dims
With the spanning of a devil’s wings

Until we meet again
Months later,
Then years
Then maybe when we are both not us
But two energies
Roaming the galaxies,
Destined to meet
And merge.

The doorway is dark.
It’s started to rain.
I shake the water from my shoes
And I wait.

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