Shadows on the Wall

Seeing your shadow
pass across the windows in the next room
there is a sense of dread.

The next conversation
will be filled with apologies
or accusations
or both
and what I really want to talk about
has nothing to do
with any of that.

It’s the warm glow
of a fading summer afternoon
past the heat of the day
ebbing into the whispers of a breeze
which has the solitary power
to hold the world together.

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