I wonder about your nights.
Do you spend them alone staring absently
at the ceiling pondering listless thoughts,
or do you find me in every crack and pattern
your eyes lay upon.
Am I the stars that befall your night sky as
you search for the essence of yourself,
or do you simply gaze away into the pitch
black silence of your room.
Do you not dream of me while I’m away
or do I take presence in the surrounding
empty space.
A.W