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Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity


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he asked me to turn on the light

why?
I asked

because the darkness
frightens me
he said

but you are dead
I said
resigned

I don't like to be reminded
of where I am
the darkness reminds me so often
he said
then whimpered

I see
I said,
touching my eyes,
even the dead are lonely
and frightened

yes
he said,
we long for life
and it refuses to return

I see
I said,
hearing a movement
in the corner

we long for you  still
I said
and my heart crumpled

I heard his rustling
and words quietly spoken

( Mom,
do me a favor,
would you please,
he was chirping...
like a Himalayan cat does,
would you write this all down for me
dear
before you return to bed
would you please
remember
leave the light on
for me always,
please.)

I smiled
as I turned for bed
as I heard
his steady purring

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this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

title changed and edited June 14 2017 later on
in the morning.





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