The Itinerant Lover

It doesn’t fail
It always leads us by the hand
Faster and faster
pinching into the folds of night
And we let it slip through our fingers
And watch it run ahead,
disappearing in the darkness,
Leaving us itinerant,
under an obsidian sky

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