The light
At three in the morning, I drop like stone, wondering about the future. It would be easier to rest in the jewel- like clarity of the past. Nostalgia feels like home to me. I often miss my home and the people there. Some of whom I can only hold in this corner of time. I want to lie forever in the cool shade of a memory but I am pulled back by the warm body beside me and suddenly the darkness is full of light.