The Night Man

I had a dream

about the other

you,

the good one,

the one that loves

to hear me breathe

and asks me how my day

was.

I can't help it, though,

to think

of the half-shadow

of the sometimes man,

of his arms wrapping

me up into himself

until everything stings

of midnight.

It's the darkness

that comes calling,

that will devour us all,

but in the other side of

you,

the not so bright one,

I hold my breath

as if drowning

because it sometimes

feels like I am.

But when my eyes open,

that's the best part of it

all.

To see the starburst surge

against black felt.

To desire utter nothingness

only to be introduced

to light.