We stood there, yellow figures in the black light,
200 paces between us.
For a while now.
A cold breeze pulled space and time further apart.
The black light turned a dull grey ,
the yellow us, faded into the smudge.
until today, I came to know.
Freedom shuns intimacy.
I saw the mist clear,
like it never existed.
and left only one black figure in the yellow light,
one figure , who turned on his heels ,
and walked on,
jacket flapping in the orange wind.
