VISUAL PROMPT

Prompt submitted by Tenshi

Write a poem about what streetlights make you think of.

Eyes

Time to let go. “I had a great time seeing you tonight,” he said as he cusp the chin of his oldest daughter with his soft cushioned hands. “You don’t know how long I’ve longed to see you again.”

It had been 27 years since he last saw her. Tears swelled in his daughters eyes and her father begun to see the reflections of the street lights in her eyes.

“Dad, I’m—“

“No need. I know.”

With that the daughter embraced her father and that was all they needed.

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