Moon… come closer.

Moon… come closer.

The bulb hangs in the room,

breathless, silent.

I’m scared of her absence.

Once you entered,

my room watched

me and her

drinking coffee in the blue quiet.

Now I’m lost—

like a rose losing

its own color.

The night rests

on the rim of my coffee.

I drink it slowly,

knowing somewhere,

she is still breathing.