In the pitch dark room,
we wandered
corner to corner,
edge to edge,
Never crossing paths,
until one day
I stumble upon your fingers
that were desperate to find
anything to hold,
anything to touch,
anything except the cold
colorless walls.

And now we sit in the middle
of the darkness,
my hands intertwined with yours.
And we talk for hours
about how beautiful the light would be.

© Rr