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Focussed
A haloed moon sparkles
in the sky, on the grass
that crunches beneath my feet
I step into darkness
beneath the oak and watch
your lights come on one by one
Waiting for a shadow,
an outline on a blind
a share in the end of your day.
The light dims; flickering
show of a TV screen
and is finally darkened.
I shiver home surrounded
by the mist of my breath
wishing I could share your warmth.
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