If I linger in the doorway,
Will you awake?
Will you call out my name,
Call me back to you?
Will you turn me back from the day,
Back to the dim light of our quiet home?
Or will I simply linger a moment
In the silence, alone
Hoping for some force to forestall my parting,
A call that does not come?
Ahead, the road is grey and shrouded in mist
And this car is devoid of warmth.
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