He was afraid of the light
Dark came
Toast and tea
Warm
Arms enfolded
Pity
Bits of string got in the way
Left over from the war
Or maybe the peace
Whatever
They fought a long time
for it
Then they painted it purple
It's a colour that he loves
Or did he say loathes?
No sign of compromise
He loved the sun
But hated the light
Warmth came
Warmth accepted
End