"without shadow of a doubt"
a blight of words
sprout upon doorstep
bed beneath
a far-looking moon,
no whisper to ear
upon silhouettes forming,
daily never near
contoured between gaps
of tiles and grout
waiting for mistletoe
to be hung again
warm embrace
shall follow
as fingers fumble
for keys that will turn the locks
and leave me shaded
in your penumbra
each and every time you leave
.