tonight the sun died
like every other night, it bled red for hours
leaving a trail of stained clouds
to a place we aren’t allowed to see
and this tragedy was watched without a word

tonight is calm and without thought
the silhouetted trees look at me,
a small shape in the yellow frame of my window,
and listen to me
more than anyone else has today

my breath floats gently up to the moon.
i stare as it reaches greater heights than i ever could
and as particles from inside of me are dispersed into the sky
no one at all notices


I pull the shutters closed
and immediately nothing outside exists
my reality consists of me
and my bed
and my tired head
and I crawl into the space between the covers
and it is only me there
and if I stretch out my limbs to the four corners, they do not touch anything
because I am the only island around
and the sound of my breath is like the tide
drawn in and out by the moon
but it is just me who hears it.