Dusk and I have rapport; eves let shadows dissipate while feet tread through lambent paths’ reminders of becoming days.

Though umbrageous nevvy reacted with procacity, darkness takes the discord with its fall.

Remaining rays remind of bestie’s serendipitous surprise, how brightful turned warmthful—so calmingly endeared.

I cannot change where I have been. Nor can I choose that which I pass wherever I go. But, reflections twixt sets can both darks erase and hopes trace. ; )