Night opens
again. I hear a familiar
laugh from another
time--from a place that
is now far away..
I hear a soft murmur in my
ear, and then a sigh, a ripping
of the heart, a faint
stirring.
Outside, the moon glows,
luring me again, pulling me down
like a boat to a
whirpool. On nights
before, I’d have
vanished into a
blackhole of nostalgia. to
put a face and a
name into a
voice.
but not now.
Not anymore now.