The night looked at me.
The two brightest stars made it so.
The night touched me.
The hands of Autumn leaves I'll forever know.

The night held me.
With arms of Autumn trunks of trees.
The night kissed me.
The moon's peck slowly bringing me to my knees.

The night loved me.
Sharing the beauty of dark. Perfect and pure.
Then the night killed me.
To add another beautiful part, I'm sure.

There you lay.
The paisley pattern of endless vacancy
death had left on your lips.
Never again will you see and feel the
infinite love I have in my heart for you.
I look at you though and not a thing
comes to mind.
I stand, my stare brimming with vacuity
and quiet tears tickling my cheeks as they
fall onto your skin.
Funny.
Almost as if those tears hoped they'd
persuade your soul to come back to your
lifeless body where it rest.
But it's gone.
I am here, my heart with you.
I guess in a way that makes us the same.
We're both trapped in a cold case of despair
and loneliness.
But I loved you then and I'll love you
now.
And with that, I will go home.
I will trace along the marks your lips once made
from ear to ear with the blade
that will lead me back.
Back to your spirit's warm embrace.
The feeling I will recognize and cherish once again.

I heard you.
That night when no one was around.
The whisper that reached my ear
when I was too drunk to comprehend.

I heard you.
That night on the railroad tracks.
The train blew its horn as you let the
words leave your lips.

I heard you.
The night in the front row at the race.
The cars drove by as the phrase managed
to roll off your tongue.

I hear you.
In this hospital bed after the truck had done it's damage.
And you repeat those words in your last breaths.
The last letter muffled by the beep that went on forever.