Dim Lighting

Outside these walls, the town rests. Lamps in windows are dim, even the streetlights barely
illuminate the pavement...
humming quietly in the wonderment of dusk.

I can see you,
playing your guitar
on the edge of your bed,
humming quietly along,
smiling as I sang
out of tune...
we were out of time...
and then you were gone.

Seeing you under city lights
just wasn't the same.
Neon never really did it for me...
and you...
you were gone for real this time.

And now we live
eons apart.
Worlds apart...

There are moments though
when I recall the nights
watched each other,
touched,
asked those questions
you were dying to ask
but just couldn't...
and then did.

Those moments are magic.
It's those moments we bottle
somehow
and uncork when times get rough.
It's times like those
that remind us that
it's all worth it.
Any pain, any heartache...
it can be remedied by a little sweetness
from our past.

There are times when I feel like my whole heart is opening up.
That sounds a bit much, but I'm serious.

I feel like there is room for anything in there:

new people; new days in new cities; new illuminating moments.

This room seems to pulsate with energy
and light
and joy.
Maybe my heart has grown.
Maybe it's healed...
wouldn't that be amazing?

I just can't stop smiling...