Darkness

Each time
as the sun goes down,
as the skies turn grimmer,
the darkness returns;
and you come to me,
day by day.

In the warm ignorance,
the absence of light,
I find my bliss;
sifting through picture frames,
yellowing pages,
shards of memories;
you return to me,
yet again.

In the whispering darkeness,
moonshine weaving through,
you're there in each corner;
I catch your whiff;
I see you,
out of the corner of my eye;
I know you're there.
I find you,
all over again.

In the enveloping gloom,
just a candle to pierce the night;
I reach out to you,
I call out.
I fancy you turn,
smile that smile at me.
But then I lose you,
once again.

I need this sticky dark,
I need the blindness,
to relive, to go back to
my time with you.
The darkness shields me
from the knowledge of the day.
You're back to haunt me,
as always.

Away from the truth,
in the shadowed, familiar world,
behind deep curtains,
under moth-eaten blankets
that smell of you,
like things gone to waste,
I feel you,
all around me.

In this darkness,
you're darker still;
looking into my window,
nothing but a shadow.
Your dark eyes,
as they're beneath the glass
pass unseengly over our past.
There's lament in the air,
I sense it.

I close my eyes
and try to feel
what it is like for you,
the darkness.
Is it different from mine?
a grassy, earthy darkness,
cool and moist?
Unlike mine,
clasping and stifling?
I want to be with you,
I do.

Dawn inches closer.
I look up from the blanket
at the purple outside my window;
your shadow dissolves,
grainy, dark against the lightening sky.
You're snatched away,
just like everyday.

With light comes the truth,
the reality;
the inevitable need to rise;
the fear of another day;
the temptation to never lift the blanket;
the moist darkness beckons.
I yearn for you,
as I do each day.

Yet I find that I can join,
the teeming, living world.
You give me a reason to go on,
to do the things you loved.
I live your life through mine;
I live our life.
I know that by the end
of each day,
of me,
I'll be with you,
forever this time.