Damn the dark

Lit sparsely by the 

dim glow of a lamp, 

I look up at the 

ceiling of this 

unfamiliar room.

I can't stop thinking 

about our shared night 

sky, the creative high

and sudden goodbye 

from that early time.

Imagination 

infinite, expanding

with you. The music,

the games we'd play 

those dancing days.

Naked essence, raw,

the core of your being

draws - the stars - closer.

Two pieces, soldered,

so beautifully present.

It's 2am and your 

last sentence is stuck,

between my conscious 

day and soon to be 

unconscious night. 

This space, between the 

mattress and the beams, 

is filled with dreams, 

leading my thoughts to bleed. 

I can't switch off that light.