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What light in this house do I see
While slumped against a chestnut tree
Stalking home from doorsteps darken’d
Footsteps known there once to me.
The highest window leaves a glow
Of amber light there on the snow
And through that honey’d glass I see
An Angel that I used to know.
His fingers slip to dip his pen,
Drips ink along his hand and when
He stands to wash the stain from him
It brings to mind my sin again.
For who am I to mark him thus?
Who broke his heart and broke his trust.
A pit that’s deep within me longs
That he would still remember “us”.
So not once more that hand to hold,
Nor diamond eyes, nor halo gold
And so I right myself again
And walk away into the cold.