the blue light comes in. the blue light goes out. the blue light carries me with it into a night. a night whose magic has died. i have been here at another time. standing staring at the sky without a single star, i had crouched over the the ground, my hands touching my shoulders my face, loving what is now unloved. you, my sun, my scented candle, my child-proof lighter, my reading lamp, you have burned yourself out. i now wait for the day to break; it did that night. and i will be happy as i was when i fell in love with you.