resting upon one shoulder, as if it can
support all the heaviness of the week
nothing can contain
foreboding presence, the uneasiness when it got to close
it didn't want to hurt us,
it just was so dark-and lost.
i gasped in, as to prepare myself for the uneniviable
it grabbed me, in mid-breath, squeezing and crushing
like dementors' kisses,
i sought the light, focused on the warmth of light
between friends talking and enjoy company
i focused on love and hope and truth
and it passed.
it didn't just leave, it lifted.
everything returned to the way it was.