the rain came

to rinse and repeat

born again

and again

when do things change?

another setting sun

on the same horizon

seen through a cracked window

that light’s been out for months

i’ve been trying to

differentiate

between my surroundings

without it’s gentle glow

but lately

I’ve found it easier

to see in the dark

blankets of shadow

looming

impending

inevitable

float away with the storm

home awaits, patiently

illuminated by the sun

that you’d forgotten