there is a light
we cannot see.
in the dark corners
something breathes
and listens patiently
for sympathy, eventually.
in the dark corners
shifting shapes phase
in and out of focus
as raindrops into ocean.
in the dark corners
we hear the whimper
and we feel the hurt heat
on the back of our scalps.
as we continue walking,
past those dark corners,
we lock eyes forward
with our thoughts toward
tomorrow.
