Light

The speed of light is interesting- the idea that light has to travel from A to B- as a result, somewhere, a boy’s night light is turned on, but he doesn’t see it, because the light had to travel to his eyes across the insurmountable distance from one end of the room to the other in a minuscule amount of time From the moment the boy turned it on to when he rushed to his blankets. It isn’t enough, but it tries, as it always will; That’s the kind of love that boy needs Laying in his bed In the dark As his bruised mother sulks past his door.

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