A Fabricated Safety

Huddled close, the shadows fall,

a whispered promise, just a wall.

I told you, “It’s fine,” knowing the weight,

as truth curled up tight, in a small dark state.

Flickering glow from the streetlamp’s beam,

illuminates choices that twist like a dream.

To shield from the storm, I crafted a lie,

but it felt like an anchor, a weight on the sky.