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Borrowed Light
In laughter shared among the four,
We wander through the orange sunset’s glow;
The smell of gasoline drifts from the shore,
Three voices rise while mine stays low.
Their stories spill along the darkened street,
Of brighter days I never truly knew;
They laugh in rhythms warm and sweet,
While I trail behind, a distant view.
Above our heads, the blank sky stretches wide,
No stars appear to spell my name tonight;
I match their steps and quietly abide
Within the halo of their borrowed light.
Still in their frame, I linger silently,
A quiet presence no one seems to see;
Yet maybe someday, they’ll call for me,
And make a little space for me to be.
