It wasn't even dark when you got back
I mean, it was dark -
But not as dark as it would be in five more minutes
When the street light nearest your house clicked off
as if by magic, by whimsy
When the halo that hung on the moon
felt the chill of the clouds
When the ash-end of my forgotten cigarette
finally winked out in the ashtray
When you closed the front door quietly
and put out the porch light
It was dark, I guess, as I was left
walking down the street away
but it wasn't so much dark as it was black
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