Under This Blue Night

Hold your heart to mine

in this blue night, love—

just once.

Let you feel

what my heart becomes

when it beats

with your name.

Soft.

Slow.

I sit here

beside the memory of you,

a cigarette glowing gently

between my fingers—

a tiny burning star

that refuses to die.

I wait for you

in the blue night of dreams,

a rose opening quietly

in my hand.

Your eyes,

your voice,

your memory—

they return to me

like a thorn

pressing deeper

into the soft parts

of my heart.

Love—

because of you,

I live inside this

single moment:

foggy,

pure,

and aching all at once.

The wind brushes my face.

The stars soften.

The moon yawns

in its silver cradle

across the sky.

I lay my palm

against my chest

and whisper your name—

the way rain whispers

to moody clouds—

under this blue night

with a rose

and the echo

of you.