Meetings in the dark

I sat with myself in the dark,

like a cat sitting near a window.

The night sat beside me,

like a mirror hanging on a wall.

I drank a glass of water,

placed my hand on my chest,

listened to this new heart

learning how to beat.

I remembered the boy I was—

wandering through spider webs without silence,

watching dust glow on neon lights.

Now he sits in front of me,

watching me quietly,

as if both of us are tired

of wandering.

We speak together,

and for a second,

the dark becomes light.

These meetings don't hurt anymore.

They breathe softly,

like mist falling on a window