I’ve run in and out of nights

I’ve run in and out of nights
jumping between shadows and false lights
Then
Hid away from suns, slunk behind walls,
Doors, blinds–
Blinded by piercing shafts of sunlight,
The fuzz of memory, the distortion of slight-
Lidded eyes adjusting too slowly to discern
Your face in the glow of day or haloed
In night.
There’s a chasm I used to leap
Across
Too stretched now to make
Or am I just too worn
Out?
I reach out my hand, into the bright
And shadow, again and again
Though it always returns
Empty.