Sliding the glass up and open; I’m out,
Fluid, silent, smoke creeping through a crack.
Heavy air sits atop my chest, I shout
To the dreams that are never coming back.
But oh! Why must you leave after each night,
What, with the risk of never returning?
I crave your gleaming, and cry as I might
You leave me sitting in the rain, mourning.
And though the fireflies stay beside me,
The pit pat of driz’ling water up high,
And dew on the grass give me company,
Tis your constellations that catch my eye;
Easing me to sleep when you come to show,
I lay in slumber on the roof; you go.