___________ walks in the night with me

He once told me he waits just for that

___________ waits on the stoop for me

Until I need his friendly hand to hold

Sometimes he waits there for two whole days

I’m glad he doesn’t go home

Think of the dread, of opening that big front door

And not seeing a sign of __________

Walking down

by a frozen, black river all alone

The moon fell when I had my back turned

And _________ left me alone

With a charcoal sky, and a murder of crows

Hopes high that he will always be waiting

To go on another night walk

Lips meeting when we return

Feels like youth to me, and adventure

A sip from this drink

________ and I, we call it ________

Tyra Jutai