His Choice

Misty moonlit eyes,
A sunken expression
Of fiery disappointment
Doused with drops of time,
Now impassive ashes.

A beating heart without
Passion to pursue –
Looking just to live,
But not to love a life.
Fearful of familiar flames.

His shadow is his confidant.
His solitary is his home.
Waiting for the glow of life
To shift sharply to bleak darkness,
Denying past a chance to reappear.

Choosing security over sentiment.

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