3 am Musings

On those nights bathed in chalk white moonlight

You follow the shadows in

through the crack of the door that I leave open for you every night.

The reflections of your contours so nimble

They blended into the pale night.

It's 3 AM

But I wake up nevertheless

You thread noiselessly

But there is a certain gentle warmth that your silhouette evokes

Breaking the chill of the hour.

Moonlight seemed to have spilled into you

But your eyes beheld the darkness that you stole from the night.

We sat there, drunk, on the silence that brewed between us ..

And slowly the night dissolved,

You with it.

The shadows give away quietly..

For now , I am inconsolably cold

The dawn does nothing to help

Its warmth only burns me.

And until another night

When you'd just walk in

The crack in the door stays empty

As me..