the matches in the drawer,
feeling
my way around the darkened
house,
the power out
from the storm.
i'm lighting candles
on the sill,
the tables,
i carry one around
up
the stairs to the bedroom.
i'm in a movie, an old
movie
a romantic movie
in black, white.
when can you get here?
the door will be open,
follow the light.
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