First things matter.

sitting in the darkness, the stillness
i can
sense the pain. down
the corridor sits a
girl--she writes
the things my
soul cannot yet
ache for. above the stars
taunting me in their lofty prisons,
of homes,
spaces, wandering further apart, further
together. alone
i ponder they
need to join and in
the joining chase away the darkness that seems to smother, to cover.
hope of a yesterday forgotten
that light which gives alone
someday must turn dark, empty
i refuse to believe, but useless it
won't stop the pain
be that dream-ed end come and finally I am
alone.