It's dark here, she said holding her palms
As she spoke to a dark figure, an Absolute unknown
In her twiddling , she reached her one hand out
Drew a heart on a stranger in the dark
Her hands trembled, and soon stilled
Her eyes now traced his outlines
She had stood there being watched as a muse
And he had scribbled verses on the walls
The coal in his hands drowned his palm lines
Like the retraction of her hand, drowned his eyes
As the skies lit up in a thunderous blaze
She found him gone from the now lit place
It was all a dream, she imagined or at worse a nightmare
Two people slept that night, i know of
She slept, deferred and delayed for a Wednesday's arrival
He vanished, into a winter wonderland
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