Light

The night stretches out
long. A ghostly lover
I cannot touch.
Taunting me with promises,
companionship,
closeness
something more,
twisted under the lamp shaded light.

The air vibrates. The sound of
the element burns hot
glowing, iridescent,
and bright, but trapped
by the glass bulb.

Cracking the glass
frees the heat, but
freedom snuff out the light.

Blackness remains.
The air made empty.
No electric hum fills it.
Only shattered glass
and ghostly lovers
made empty without
light.