Lustre

A brief pause before moving toward the door Leaning back against the wall Breathing hard I pull the gun, and bring it up close to my face It feels heavy, and very hard I’m very tired Stepping up onto another step Moving slowly toward the door Light leaks in through angular cracks I step out, and hit the air The last moody glow of the twilight sun sets down around me And I look out, far into the distance And I’m filled with color