Writing

Fireflies and sun

Thunderstorms that shake the house

Summer has returned

Even with my friends, I'm alone.

They date. They love each other.

I'm opening my phone

To nothing 

No messages, no emails, no missed calls,

All I'm getting is radio silence 

The sinking feeling in my heart returned

The one where you know something is wrong

To me,

The words hope

And light

Are interchangeable;

To me,

Perhaps it is hope

That will let us see clearly

your mother/ hacked together skeleton wings into two-part pieces/ bleeding stars, you thought/ neurons fizzing out/ you had all the time in the the universe/ your eyes dripped down/ the back of your spacesuit/ a so-called prodigy ghost/ acid smoke

Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.