Interlope

Let them enter, the eyeless murmurs
Peering in as children had once done.
They’re not really there behind the window:
Faceless reflections, silhouettes without
skin or name, occupied by a memory
Refusing to leave. Let them into this night.
Some may gather by our fire, a dim voice
Grasping within; others will dash about,
Trying to find themselves behind a vase.
And then when sun approaches
Touch, they will slide beneath shadows.
Some will become lost elsewhere,
Others will return, black shapes stretching
Across glass, close to knowing.

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Written for Reena’s Exploration #148.