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Borrowed Light
In laughter shared between the four of us,
We wander through the orange sunset’s glow;
The smell of gasoline drifts through the air,
Three voices rise while mine stays low.
Their stories spill along the darkened street,
Of brighter days I never truly knew;
Their laughter rings warm and steady,
While I trail behind, just out of view.
Above us, the sky stretches blank and wide,
No stars appear to spell my name tonight;
I match their steps, keeping pace,
Within the halo of their borrowed light.
Still in the background, I linger quietly,
A presence no one seems to see;
But maybe someday, they’ll call for me,
And make a little space where I belong.
