Deep in the night
after weeks of solitude
black turns to blue.
A familiar silhouette interrupts my static gaze
and your voice breaks the long silence.
Are you really back – or am I still asleep?
My lips are wet. Did we touch?
The wait is finally over
and all coherence has dissolved.
I let go of everything – except you.
Now I see.
I see past the suburban veneer of our lives
past the shadows we lay twisted beneath
past your apology
to a place no-one has seen.
A place we share
that no light can reach.
We are equal again, for now.
Not sure if I have made this piece too obvious or too obscure. I usually try to disguise the meaning a little. Let the reader make up their own mind. Love to hear your thoughts.