The stars linger a little longer tonight, dancing in circles, the luminous light pooling in puddles- I pinch myself. I dance this shine away, the orange glow of worn-out streetlights hitting the kerb with nothing in return except the slightly blurred memory I’ve got to give you before you go. I write it all down, learn it off-by heart, the way the light hits my hands when I skip in the dark and yours too- I pinch myself. The rain hits the windows and the door doesn’t open; the stars stopped caring when the night ended and the sun came out and then no one cared any more. I pinch myself at midnight when I hear your voice downstairs. I pinch myself at midnight, because I know that you’re not there.