By Leo Milmet

in the dark

i see the light.

you.

you’re the light.

you’re my flashlight

in the constant power outage of life.

sometimes the light you shine is white and bright, and

almost appears to

restore the power.

other times it’s just a glimmer of light,

no larger than a rosebud,

a soft petal of light

with a narrow focus, and not much flood.

that’s okay.

i don’t trip and fall in the dark, and i know that’s

got something to do with you.

Editor: Luke Langlois