White Apple

In shadow,
in dark,
in cold wind, open up your heart.
'Cause time brushes
your face
and one loved them- every new shape.
One loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away.

Some were seasons,
some just days.
I'm bringing nothing with me I mean to save:
This faint sweetness,
this wick of light,
this white apple full of bites.
A white apple full of what
has slipped away from me;
full of flesh sweet as memory;
full of hope grown from a fallen tree;
full of a life I can't just let myself believe.
So if I haunt you,
if I do,
if my shadow leans up on you too,
No good intentions
or ways I talk.
I'll just leave a light lit for you to walk.
I'll leave a light lit for you to walk.

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