Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Exile,
threshed out,
sorrow visits us again by
candlelight

world-worn,
a quarter-life, expended,
folds silently upon itself,
your life, unfolding,
runs in charcoal lines
beneath your eyes
close to me

you,
world-blind,
wrung out my heart
between your fingertips,
my heart, expended,
finds itself again,
in the dust,
by the roadside