in that unknown

what might be

steps fall
before the dawn
walking halls
while seconds
tick again
inside the
feelings
begin to
take form
surface and
gasp
their first
breath
with that
piercing
cry while
in the corner
of such a
manicured
scene lies
abandoned
the gems
once cherished
now locked
behind
cedar walls
with
old photos
of a love
what could
have been
lost to
things
unknown
and searching
turns you now
pleadingly
toward
western skies
in that
sweet unknown
twisting for
what might be
again

sunrise

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