Three Shadows

Three shadows at my door, no names, just traces. They call too soon for what cannot be taken only given, then gone. I whisper no. One wound my voice bends. Then two my chest caves. Then three my glow fades. My body sags, the vow stays. Something clings, even in this dark. Are they three shadows… or me? Three shadows Three shadows Three shadows They were here long before the lock. Not knowing cut me, quiet but certain. Anger shook me, empty and ringing. Wanting broke me, gentle and final. I am the door, I am the crossing. I am the drop, I am the crack. I am the night and what stays in it. Still, somewhere under all this noise, a faint spark waits unbroken, unnamed, awake. Three shadows drift. They never leave. Three shadows Three shadows Three shadows