apart from darkness
light withers with no foil
into the midst of silence
a loud clang reverberates
heard in the distance
by the silent choir
children sing carols
and Jake, 84,
can't remember if his son
visited this year
His son visits every day
brings him his favorite
sandwich
for a moment a bite of a
tuna melt brings him
back
His son, filled with sadness,
feels his father's words
fill him
they, together, become
full with conversation
and a sandwich
the light fades
that single moment
between day and night
the faded haze
is perfect
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