Stolen away

There are days that I feel like everything was stolen away. Like today. A flash of stagelighting splashed on chrome, showering us in cobalt bright and cherry gone to burgundy under the finger tap tap tap. There was sweat, laughter and I fell in love that night, but there was not enough summer to keep.

Those moments were before the things broke and I fell to the stolen, poisoned under a trail of stars.

We danced. How we danced. Different voice, a skew of face. Keeping the faith and spinning, yearning there on the eve of May. Michael, you said, a vampire drawing, drinking me away from the night. Be one of us of us of us…

And I turned before the fading, blinded again with white. I should have not gone into the light because that it where it started to break. The theft in your obsidian eyes, a box containing all the light and the smell of the waterfront. Distracted by the glitter, I forgot to forget and give over.

Maybe, I should have let the dead die.

Tired of the absence, I slender eyes to shadow. I ache for the heart in your voice. But now only echoes sing in the empty place where everything was stolen away.