Do you ever feel the same when you cry at night?
Use the moon as a spotlight.
Stars help list problems.
Every single thing wrong rather than right.
Backwards. Solitary night.
Refuge you are supposed to be.
Bring it back. Erase tears that drop.
Reclaim what’s lost. Another tear.
It’s mine. Tear. It’s MINE. Tears.
Damn it. Sounds of crickets and night’s movement.
Not so solitary. Breathe.
Night’s cry tapers to reason.
Reason reunites me with night.