The night is restless, alone, ready to turn around.
Smoke engaged in darkness, cupped in white hands.
What about the green? No interest.
Mimic the stars’ universal values,
Acting on premise.
We think too little and feel even less.
We pause over the next line.
With a hole for music drilled into her heart.

The existence is indicative of the circumstances engendering survival.
And forced appearance.
This is not the place of departure,
The five senses register.

Smoke a little
**** a litte
Keep a little
Give a little
Love more

Sand falls from hands
Because that is not what they are meant to hold
Hands grasp chests
Because that is the natural magnet
Hands hold hands
Because they’re fitted for each other
Four fingers just in case
But one thumb per hand
Because there’s really only one
Two hands
Because everyone deserves a second chance.

Don’t forget to fly
Don’t ask for reasons why
Do you have enough will to lie?
Enough want to try?
Enough guts to deny?
Enough change to get high?
Enough love to get by?
Never meant to pry,
Never to scream or cry,
Never leave the sky.

Someone is getting the part of you I want,
Someone is getting all of you and I’m left with what?
They think they’re getting all of you,
They think I don’t mind,
I don’t,
Because I’m still getting the best of you.
They just don’t know it.

Never fear,
Though the end is near,
That doesn’t matter now,
But shouldn’t I ask, how?

Nothing is clear,
Not for now.

Oh sunshine of mine,
The clouds cleared and you were gone.
What happened to make you go back to the night?