Falling into Night

Behind the layers of your skin
A loneliness blooms:
The inside leaning towards light,
The outside falling into
Night.

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Like green grass, like morning light

If you were a weed in a ditch,
If you were an afternoon persistently falling
Into night, I would still catch you
Like green grass, like morning light,
Until it was me you grew from,
Until it was me you fell into.