perhaps
it is the haphazard way
you talk about things
whenever we sit beneath
the starless sky
the look upon your face
whenever you shift your gaze
from the blackness of the horizon
towards my moonlit grace
it is the emptiness
in your eyes
and the innocence
of your emotions
that twists and blinds me
from the bitterness of reality
i live now
knowing that my chances are few
but there's no slim chance
of me
dropping you
if you are none
but an illusion projected
by the longing of my soul
then cruel fate
come play with me
till i am finally ready
to be enveloped
by the clamoring darkness
that would surely
deafen me