The Dark

I started wearing a blindfold

for a couple of hours every day;

to feel more like myself; to be more alone.

Sometimes this works wonders.

I open my eyes and see nothing around me.

In the dark, I wander through my nothingness,

alone with my thoughts (mostly, at least).

Sometimes I think about the logistics of it.

I try looking around in all cardinal directions,

but there is no sun and no poles, so, of course,

I see nothing but the endless darkness stretching on.

Sometimes I feel the space around me.

The ground in the darkness feels cold, but welcoming:

like the other side of the pillow, or like

the unbroken layer of the first snow of the year.

Sometimes I like to fall asleep.

My eyes open, but in the void, I drift away.

It is gentle, I barely even notice I'm not here anymore.

And in my darkened dreams, nothing ever happens.

Sometimes I feel alone.

In those times, I yearn for a connection.

And so I whisper I love you into the dark,

and I hear I love you back.