Dating : Lonesome Light: an introduction

Lonesome Light: an introduction

I couldn’t ignore it even if the greatest force overtook my two hands, placed them over my eyes, and forced me to stop looking. Palm-surrendered in the dark, I would still see the street light rays that pour in this window every evening after the city folk have left to go home for the night. The newly lonesome light quietly whispers it’s availability to all still listening, it yearns for someone to come back and live in its presence as I listen to the cry from afar but never get close enough to fulfill its desire. I sit here instead facing the reflection. It’s been sixteen weeks since you said it all dimmed and there was nothing left to see, but I see lights that paint memories on the wall that waltz like orbits with every artificial ray that enters my window, and I see the reflection on these darkened walls of the smile that gravity lifts on my face during its golden dance. Sometimes if I place my fingers against my brow and allow oxygen to release from my mouth it fill my hands and feels like the suffocation of the familiar breath that haunts me at this hour overwhelming my body once again. I never knew that somebody could steal another’s breath until mine was pulled, jarred, and placed in a suitcase that was lost somewhere in baggage claim about fifteen weeks and six days ago.