01/01/19 - A Dark Room

I had waited

Sitting on that hard stool

In the corner of that dark room.

I hadn’t seen you leave.

But once you did

I stopped

And wouldn’t move from that seat.

I waited.

Tho the room was dark

And I was afraid.

Were you coming back?

The room was getting cold

As if the fire from the hearth was stolen away.

You did come back.

And when I saw you open the door in one smooth motion,

I got up 

And raced towards you.

But I stopped.

You had your finger pointed at me

And your brows were furrowed.

The room was very cold.

I sat back down

And stayed still.

With every point or wave of your finger

I just sat there.

I wanted to cry.

But didn’t.

I wanted to wave my finger back.

But didn’t.

My brows wished to be tensed back at you.

But they stayed relaxed.

I sat there.

Until you stopped waving your finger 

And your eyes softened again.

You were still frustrated.

But you were back.

And the lamp by the hearth flickered. 

- Ray

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