Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Gold-leafed,

your refuge, closed to you,

trails behind you,

your heart, broken,

mends itself of

yesterday

my heart, laden down,

trails behind me,

my refuge, closed to me,

opens its doors to you,

you, trailing behind,

wrap your hands around

my scattered pieces,

drawn out, close to you,

the future, unfolding,

factures along your fingertips,

the future, pre-determined,

opens itself to

you