Next to me, a girl who isn't there, resting on the floor, with the lights out...
we look at the strips of moonlight on my wall i dream of childhood lying awake alone in the dark she dreams of acceptance and love being smiled at by strangers we are in reverie together though i am alone i cling to her a figment i'm caught up in a dream i used to love the carlights across the walls and ceilings of my bedroom as a child the moon outside bright and friendly jovial welcoming i feel calm nostalgic she seems wide awake her body made silver by the only light in the room sometimes we both sing our voices flow together like autumn leaves in a winter stream unexpected but welcome she thinks about the opposite of shadows only seen at night in rectangular blocks on my wall how long the night found wrapped gently around us like a blanket tucked in by a loved one? soon i'll fall asleep she'll fade flicker then disappear i remember crossing bridges walking home the streetlight that shines a narrow window over the water in the canal revealing a thousand currents crisscrossing flowing through each other making music with their connection she remembers rainy days in the city how its not quite the same much more traffic like vicious animals dangerous and wet charging through the moist air i'm calm nostalgic loving memories i can't share with a girl because she isn't there
