When the dark comes, it seeps into everything – morning is no longer morning, she becomes a heavy veil like the one I once saw a woman wear on her wedding day.
When the dark comes even the sunniest of skies becomes blinding, shadows and shade a refuge.
When the dark comes, taste buds sour, our hearts turn directionless.
When the dark comes, friendly faces appear aloof, anger boiling at every casual glance.
When the dark comes, even hello becomes too much, goodbye the greatest of joys.
When the dark comes, light feels light years away, hope a star taunting from the heavens.
When the dark comes, every consolation becomes a curse, every smile a smirk.
When the dark comes, sit in it, unmoving. In time, the day will return over the distant sky like scattered leaves after the heaviest of storms.
When the dark comes, let it. In its own way, it offers us balm.
