night in his arms

Annette Marie Hyder

that tree outside my window
never wants to let night go
he keeps her
caught in his branches
like a jealous lover
till the very last second
even then
he stretches his empty hands
towards the blushing sky
and trembles
from twig to root
as she disappears

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